All Chapters of You Lost Me When You Found Her: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The voice continued to echo through the hidden passage even after the speakers fell silent. “Welcome home, first heir.” I stood completely still, staring into the darkness ahead of me while the others gathered behind me. There was something unsettling about those words because they didn't sound like a threat. They sounded like a greeting from someone who had been waiting for me. The small light on the key in my hand remained illuminated, casting a faint glow across my fingers. Daniel told me not to move until he could determine whether the passage was safe, but before he could finish speaking, another light appeared farther ahead. Then another. One by one, small lights came alive along the walls, revealing a long corridor that seemed to disappear beneath the earth.Adrian stepped beside me and examined the walls. He said the passage was much older than the house above us. The construction didn't match anything built during my father's lifetime. Daniel agreed and explained that the o

The coordinates on the screen refused to make sense. I stared at them for several seconds, hoping that somehow I had misunderstood what I was seeing, but there was no mistake. My father's location was directly beneath the house where I had spent my childhood. The same house we had just escaped from. The same house that had been surrounded by armed men only minutes earlier. The same house where my father had apparently been hiding secrets for years. I looked at Daniel and asked whether the coordinates could be wrong. He checked them again and slowly shook his head. The signal was coming from somewhere below the property, deep enough that ordinary satellite tracking would never have detected it. Someone had deliberately activated a hidden transmitter beneath the house.My mother immediately told me we had to go back. Adrian disagreed. He said that was exactly what my grandfather wanted. If the coordinates had been deliberately exposed, then whoever was holding my father wanted us to r

For several seconds, nobody moved. The woman standing beneath the bridge looked young, far too young to be the person my grandfather had just called Amelia. Yet there was something about her that made the name feel right. She stood beside Elena with an expression that was neither frightened nor surprised. She looked at us as though she had already known we were coming. The river flowed quietly beneath the bridge, completely unaware that the people standing beside it were connected to a secret that had shaped several generations. I looked at my grandfather, waiting for him to explain, but the expression on his face told me he was struggling to understand what he was seeing."That's impossible," he whispered.The young woman released Elena's hand and stepped forward. She told my grandfather that impossible was a word he had always used whenever reality refused to obey him. Her voice was calm, but there was a firmness beneath it that immediately caught my attention. She looked at my f

The words remained on the screen long after everyone stopped speaking. SUCCESSOR 002 — STATUS: ACTIVE. I stared at the photograph beneath them, trying to convince myself that what I was seeing had to be some kind of mistake. But the longer I looked, the more certain I became. I knew that face. I had trusted that person. I had spoken to her, laughed with her and, on more than one occasion, allowed myself to believe that she was one of the few people who genuinely understood what I was going through. The possibility that she had been connected to the organization all along made every memory involving her feel suddenly uncertain.Adrian noticed my expression and asked who she was. I couldn't answer immediately. My throat had tightened, and my mind was moving through memories faster than I could process them. My father stepped closer to the screen and stared at the photograph. His reaction was different from mine. He didn't look surprised. He looked devastated. That was when I knew the

The word “daughter” seemed to remain suspended in the air long after the man had spoken it. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. I stared at him, searching his face for some familiar feature, some expression that would convince me this was another manipulation, but I found something far more disturbing. I recognized him. Not because I had known him personally, but because I had seen his face before. His photograph had appeared in one of the earliest files Daniel had uncovered inside the archive. At the time, I had assumed he was simply another senior member of the organization. I had never imagined that the man standing in front of me could be connected to me by blood.My father stepped forward immediately. His face had become pale, and his voice trembled when he demanded to know who the man was. The stranger smiled, but there was no warmth in it. He introduced himself as Nathan Voss. Amelia reacted as though she had been struck. She whispered his name, and the shock on her face was unmi