Lahat ng Kabanata ng Three Genius Kids And Their Oblivious Billionaire Dad : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The city looked exactly the same. Same tall glass buildings catching the morning light, same streets packed with expensive cars, same cold rush of wind that came off the river in October. Amelia Hart stood on the pavement outside Belvara International Airport and breathed it all in, slowly, like someone testing old air for poison.Six years. She had been gone six years. And yet standing here, it felt like the city had simply been waiting, refusing to change, just so it could remind her of everything she once left behind."Mommy." A small hand tugged at the hem of her coat. "Are you okay?"She looked down. Emma was watching her with those bright, curious eyes that always seemed to catch more than they were supposed to. At six years old, Emma had already mastered the kind of look that made adults feel they were being studied. Amelia smiled and squeezed her daughter's hand."I'm fine, baby. Just taking it in.""You've been standing here for two minutes and forty seconds," Ethan said from

Amelia found out about Ethan's conversation with Damian Blackwood approximately eighteen hours later, when Clara forwarded her an article from a business blog titled "Blackwood Group CEO Impressed by Six-Year-Old Analyst at Children's Finance Event." It included a brief quote from Damian and a description of the boy as "unusually articulate and analytically gifted."Amelia read the article standing in the middle of her kitchen.Then she called Ethan into the room.He came without being told twice, which was how she knew he had been expecting this."Ethan," she said."Yes?" he said, with exactly the kind of innocent expression that told her nothing was innocent about any of this.She put the tablet down on the counter. "Would you like to explain what happened at that event?""I attended a financial literacy session," he said carefully. "It was informative.""And the part where you critiqued the investment strategy of one of the country's biggest corporations to the CEO himself?"Ethan

Damian Blackwood did not usually think about people after he met them.He was a busy man. He held meetings, made decisions, shook hands, spoke to crowds, and moved on. His mind was a highly organised machine that kept what was useful and discarded everything else. He had learned that early.Sentimentality was expensive.And yet.And yet he had thought about the boy.Ethan Hart. Six years old. Spoke about financial integration strategy like a man who had spent forty years in boardrooms. Had looked Damian directly in the eye without flinching and said, simply, "That's obvious," when told his analysis was accurate.There was something about the boy that Damian couldn't quite file away.Something in the steadiness of him. The way he tilted his head when he was listening. The shape of his features.He had been trying not to think about why that last part bothered him.He was sitting at his desk at eleven-thirty on a Tuesday morning when Marcus, his head of security, appeared in the doorway

For the first time in years, Emma Hart didn't know what to do.She hated that feeling.She had always known what to do.When numbers didn't make sense, she found the missing variable.When a computer system resisted her, she found the weakness.When adults lied, she watched their patterns until the truth revealed itself.But this was different.This was her father.And he was looking for them."Ethan," she whispered."I'm thinking.""You've been thinking for twenty seconds.""That's because this is serious."Eli stepped between them."Stop."Both of them looked at him."We don't panic," Eli said. "Mom doesn't know that Marcus is watching us. Damian doesn't know for certain that we're his children. We still have time."Emma looked toward the corridor."How much?"Eli didn't answer.Because none of them knew.Then the elevator doors opened.Marcus stepped out.The children went silent.He walked toward them with the calm, professional expression of a man who had spent years dealing with

Vanessa stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of her apartment, staring at the city lights below.Her phone was still in her hand.Victor's warning kept replaying in her mind.If Damian learns everything, we're finished.She tightened her grip around the phone.“No,” she whispered.She had spent years building her position beside Damian.She wasn't going to lose everything because Amelia had decided to return.And she certainly wasn't going to let three children destroy everything she had planned.Her phone rang.Victor.She answered immediately.“What are we going to do?”There was silence on the other end.Then Victor spoke.“We need to separate Damian from Amelia.”Vanessa frowned.“How?”“Make him believe she's hiding something worse.”Vanessa's lips slowly curved.“What exactly?”“That part is up to you.”She looked toward the city again.A thought entered her mind.And this time, the smile on her face was colder.“I know exactly what to do.”---The next morning, Damian