All Chapters of Three Genius Kids And Their Oblivious Billionaire Dad : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Amelia Hart had rehearsed the lie so many times that, by the time she stood in front of Damian Blackwood, she almost believed it herself.Almost.She stood in the quiet hallway outside Damian's study, one hand resting against the wall as she tried to steady her breathing.Behind that door was the man she had spent six years avoiding.The man who had unknowingly built an entire life around the children who were secretly his.The man who had finally begun asking the questions she had spent years running from.And now, for the first time, Amelia understood something terrifying.A lie could protect you for years.But once someone started looking for the truth, the lie became a cage.She lifted her hand.Knock."Come in."Damian's voice was calm.Too calm.Amelia opened the door.Damian was standing beside the enormous windows of his study, his hands in his pockets. The city lights reflected against the glass behind him.He turned.Their eyes met.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

Damian stood alone in his study long after Amelia had left.The photograph remained in his hand.He had looked at it dozens of times.Still, something about it felt impossible.The hospital.The date.Marcus standing beside him.And the expression on Damian's face.He looked calm in the photograph.Almost as though he knew exactly what was happening.But Damian remembered nothing.Not the hospital.Not Marcus.Not that night.Nothing.He placed the photograph on his desk.Then he opened his laptop.Six years ago.He searched through old records.Financial transactions.Travel records.Hospital payments.Private security reports.Everything.His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard.Then he stopped.One file appeared on the screen.BLACKWOOD — PRIVATE MEDICAL RECORDSDamian frowned.He had never seen it before.He clicked.The file required a password.He tried his usual credentials.Access denied.He tried another.Denied.Damian leaned back.Someone had deliberately hidden this.

For several seconds, nobody moved.Damian stared at the man standing at the end of the hallway.The face was unmistakable.The silver hair.The sharp jaw.The cold gray eyes.The small scar above his left eyebrow.There was no doubt.It was Alexander Blackwood.His father.The man Damian had buried six years ago.The man whose death had changed everything.Damian's voice was barely audible."You're dead."Alexander smiled."That's what everyone was supposed to believe."Damian's hands curled into fists."You let me bury you.""I gave you a funeral.""You watched?""From a distance."Something inside Damian broke.He stepped forward."Why?"Alexander's expression remained calm."Because you weren't ready.""Ready for what?""The truth."Damian laughed bitterly."You've been hiding for six years, and your explanation is that I wasn't ready?"Alexander looked at him."You inherited everything after my death.""You planned that?""Of course."Damian froze.The Blackwood empire.The compan