Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225

AUTHOR’S POV.

Outside in his car, Damien sat in the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles whitened. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths before he finally pulled out his phone, scrolling to a familiar number and pressing call.

The line rang once before a warm but expectant voice answered. “Tell me the good news, son. Let’s bring my babygirl home.”

Damien’s throat tightened, the words dragging out heavy and reluctant. “The result was negative, Dad. Alina… she’s not my sister.”

For a moment, silence filled the line, then his father’s voice cracked in disbelief. “What? How is that possible? There must be a mistake!”

Damien pressed his forehead against the steering wheel, his voice rough with frustration. “I asked. The doctor swore there isn’t. Their lab is the best. But…” his eyes darkened, his voice lowering, “I’m not satisfied.”

On the other end, his father let out a weary sigh. “Damien, come back home. There’s nothing you can do.”

“I can’t,” Damien said firmly, shaking his head as if his father could see him. His voice wavered with stubborn determination. “Not without Alina.”

His father’s tone hardened, a mix of sternness and concern. “And what do you expect to do? Unless you plan on kidnapping her, which is a crime, son…you can’t approach her without proof.”

“But there is proof,” Damien pressed, his voice desperate, almost pleading. His hand clenched around the phone. “She’s the spitting image of Mom. We can show her the pictures, she’ll see it.”

His father’s voice grew quieter but firmer, a heavy weight of resignation in it. “Be that as it may, if the DNA result says no, then no amount of resemblance will prove otherwise.”

“Dad-” Damien started, his voice breaking with resistance.

But his father cut him off sharply. “You’re done with business there. Just come home, Damien. I know how badly you wanted her to be your sister. God knows, I wanted her to be my daughter too. But she isn’t.”

Damien’s chest tightened. He let out a long, defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping against the leather seat. “… I’ll just finish up with some paperwork here, then I’ll come back,” he muttered, his voice dull. After a pause, he asked quietly, “How’s Mom doing?”

His father’s tone softened, but sadness lingered beneath it. “Still the same.”

Damien nodded slowly, though he didn’t speak. His silence stretched for a moment before he finally ended the call, the screen going black in his hand.

For a long moment, he sat there in the stillness of the car, his heart heavy with disappointment. But beneath the weight, something burned hotter, unshaken conviction.

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Chapter 225

He knew. Deep in his gut, he knew Alina was his sister. He could feel it in the way his soul stirred whenever she was near.

They had been inseparable once, bound by childhood laughter and innocence… until he lost her. He had lived with that guilt all his life, a wound that had never healed.

And now, more than ever, he needed to make it right.

He needed to see Alina.

Alina stood in the center of their room, her voice sharp with frustration. “Lucian, I can’t keep hiding inside. I’m fine. At some point, I have to go out.”

Lucian’s jaw tightened as he paced a step closer, his tone low but unyielding. “You need more rest, Alina. It’s only been two days since what happened.”

She let out a breath, shaking her head as tears of frustration pricked her eyes. “And what, Lucian? Am I supposed to stay locked up forever? I have Lee and Jordan with me, not to mention your shadow guards hovering from afar. I’ll be safe.”

His eyes darkened, but he didn’t budge. “It’s not enough.”

Her lips parted in disbelief, her voice trembling now. “You’re being unreasonable, Lucian. Controlling. I don’t like it….you’re suffocating me.”

That struck him harder than she realized. Lucian froze, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His gaze softened as he finally noticed the tears shimmering in her eyes.

The tension in his shoulders deflated, and his voice dropped, rough and low, almost fragile. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I didn’t mean to sound unreasonable. I’m just… worried. I was so fucking scared that day, Alina. The thought of losing you-” He broke off, swallowing hard. “That’s why.”

Alina’s anger ebbed as quickly as it had risen. She blinked, her expression softening when she saw the fear etched into his usually guarded eyes. Vulnerability was rare for him, too rare, and it made her chest ache.

Her voice gentled, quiet but firm. “I understand your fear, Lucian. I do. But you have to trust me to be careful. I won’t be reckless.”

For a moment, neither moved, the air between them heavy with unspoken emotions.

Lucian stood frozen in place, her words echoing in the silence between them. Alina’s gaze softened even more, and before he could retreat back behind his walls, she stepped closer and laid her hand gently against his cheek.

His breath caught at the touch, his dark eyes locking with hers. For a man who ruled with iron control, his expression now carried raw vulnerability, fear, longing, relief all tangled together.

“Baby,” she whispered, her thumb brushing lightly along his jaw, “I’m not going anywhere. You won’t lose me.

Not like that.”

His hand instinctively came up, covering hers against his face, holding it there as if anchoring himself. “You

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don’t know how close I came to losing my mind that day,” he confessed hoarsely. “If anything had happened to you-”

She shook her head quickly, silencing him with a faint, reassuring smile. “But it didn’t. I’m right here, with you.”

He exhaled, a long, shaky breath, before pulling her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her with a desperate kind of relief. His face buried into her hair, his voice low and unsteady. “Just… promise me you’ll be careful. That’s all I ask.”

“I promise.” She murmured into his chest, her arms circling him tightly in return. For a moment, the suffocating tension between them melted into quiet warmth, the storm giving way to calm.

After a long silence, Lucian finally eased back, his eyes scanning her face as though memorizing every detail. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, his thumb lingering against her skin. “I guess you have to get ready for work then.” He said softly, though reluctance weighed heavy in his tone.

Alina smiled faintly, her heart tugging at the rare tenderness in his voice. “I do.”

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