The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire-Chapter 81: You’ll come back, right?

As they stepped through the front door, an awed silence settled over the group.

Elena took a few steps in and instinctively placed a hand over her mouth. Her eyes shimmered with emotion. "Miles... this is..." She didn’t finish her sentence—she didn’t need to.

Daniel let out a low whistle. "This isn’t just a house. This is a statement," he murmured, glancing around, his usual calm giving way to surprise. "I’ve never seen anything like this up close."

Hope spun in a slow circle, arms wide open, her eyes lit up like stars. "It’s like a dream!" she gasped. "Can we live here forever?"

Asher dashed ahead, yelling back, "I call dibs on the room with the biggest window!" His footsteps echoed in the large space as he ran from one hallway to the next.

Elena turned to Miles, her voice soft and overwhelmed. "This is so beautiful?"

Miles just smiled gently. "For my family."

Elena blinked back tears and held his hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

Daniel chuckled as he looked at the twins racing ahead. "They’ll never want to leave now."

Hope returned, pulling on Elena’s hand. "Mama, come on! You have to see the upstairs!"

Asher added, "And there’s a staircase that looks like it belongs in a movie!"

The house buzzed with laughter, footsteps, and breathless wonder.

After the perfect house tour, the family gathered in the living room, still brimming with excitement and wonder.

Miles leaned back on the couch, watching his siblings dart around the room. "So," he asked with a smile, "did you two pick your rooms, little ones?"

Hope hopped up beside him. "Big brooo, there are so many rooms to choose from, and all of them are really nice!"

Asher scratched his head, plopping down on the floor. "I’m confused. I don’t know which one to pick..."

Elena, already sitting beside Daniel, chuckled. "Then I’ll pick for you."

Hope and Asher responded in perfect unison, "Okay, Mama!"

And just like that, they bolted back outside, laughter trailing behind them as they resumed playing under the warm afternoon sun.

Miles turned toward his mother. "You should take the master bedroom upstairs—it’s the best one."

But before Elena could respond, Daniel raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? The master bedroom should be yours."

Miles started to object, "But—"

Elena cut in gently but firmly. "Daniel is right. We’ll take the rooms downstairs. All the bedrooms are out of my expectations anyways"

Miles frowned slightly. "Mom—"

But she interrupted again with a soft smile, "You should listen to your mom, son."

He chuckled and gave in. "Alright, Mom."

Elena glanced toward the window. "Let’s go back for now. We’ll return once the packing is done there."

Miles shook his head. "Mom... we’re already here. We’re not going back."

She blinked. "What do you mean, son?"

Daniel leaned forward, puzzled. "Miles?"

Just then, the sharp honk of a horn echoed from outside. Hope and Asher burst through the door a second later, breathless.

"Big bro!" Asher shouted. "There’s a truck at the main gate!"

Miles stood, brushing off his hands. "Seems like the movers are already here."

Daniel’s eyes widened. "You mean... our stuff is already being shifted here?"

Elena looked at him, hands on her hips. "You just love giving us surprise after surprise, don’t you?"

Miles grinned. "So, yes... starting right now, we’re living here. There will be a cleaning staff arriving soon to get everything freshened up. And as for cooking—Mom, if—"

Elena held up a hand. "No one is snatching the cooking rights from me. I’ll cook."

Daniel chuckled. "We all love your cooking too much to stop you."

Hope and Asher cheered from the hallway, "Yes! We love Mom’s cooking!"

Miles laughed. "Alright then, I’ll tell them not to send the cooking staff."

He looked around, thinking. "I know this place is a bit far from malls and supermarkets... but just text me if you need anything. When I am not around. I’ll have it delivered. Or you can drive the car—or even call Ethan. He’ll take you to the city whenever you want."

Elena waved her hand dismissively. "Okay, okay. You don’t have to worry about every little thing. We’ll adapt here soon enough."

The evening drifted into warm conversation—gentle laughter, small memories, and new dreams settling in with the setting sun.

Later, as twilight crept in, the kitchen came alive with familiar sounds: the clink of pots, the scent of spices, and Elena humming softly as she prepared dinner. The cupboards were already stocked, the fridge humming, and the family home at last.

The night passed comfortably in the new home. The air felt peaceful—filled with quiet laughter, warm food, and the soft rustling of the wind through open windows.

The Next day at the office-

At his office, Miles sat at his desk, skimming through acquisition documents and signing where required. His sharp eyes flicked across the pages, but his mind was already beginning to shift toward his next destination.

June entered the room with her usual poised efficiency."Boss, everything’s ready. You can leave for Brightvale City this evening," she said, handing him a slim folder. "I coordinated with Miss Monica. She’s already arranged security for your family. Also, while you’re there, you might want to visit the jewelry chain we recently acquired. Their main office operates from Brightvale."

Miles nodded. "Alright. Good work, June."

After finishing up the remaining paperwork, Miles left the office and drove back to the Pearl Villa to prepare.

As soon as he stepped through the front door, Elena looked up from the living room."You’re home early again," she said with a suspicious smile. "Don’t tell me you have another surprise."

Miles chuckled. "No surprises today, Mom. I just have to go to Brightvale City for a business trip. I’ll be gone for two or three days."

Her smile faded slightly. "So suddenly? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Just following up on some recent acquisitions. Routine."

Elena still looked concerned. "Okay... but take care of yourself. Don’t skip your meals."

Miles gave a warm smile. "I’ll be fine, Mom. I promise."

He went up to his room, packed his bag quietly, then came back downstairs just as the sky began to turn golden with the setting sun.

The front door opened as Daniel returned with Hope and Asher, the twins carrying half-eaten popsicles.

"Big bro, are you going somewhere?" Hope asked, tilting her head.

Asher looked up at him with wide eyes. "You just got back..."

Miles crouched down. "Just a business trip. I’ll be gone for two or three days."

Daniel placed a gentle hand on Miles’s shoulder. "All the best. Take care."

"Thanks... father," Miles said sincerely.

"But big bro," Asher pouted, "who’ll play with us while you’re gone?"

Miles laughed, gently ruffling his hair. "You two can play with Dad for now. I’ll bring gifts when I return."

"Really?" both twins beamed.

"I promise. And while I’m gone," he said playfully, "you two are in charge of the family."

Asher saluted. "Yes, sir!"

Miles turned toward the door, bag in hand—But suddenly paused.

He felt something. A shift in the air. A quiet ache.

He turned around.

Elena stood frozen near the kitchen archway. She was smiling... but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

He set the bag down slowly and walked back to her.

"Mom," he said softly, "tell me. What’s wrong?"

Her composure broke. She looked down, her voice trembling. "Just... seeing you leave. Even if it’s just for a few days—it still hurts. After everything... I can’t help but feel afraid. You’ll come back, right?"

Her words hit deep—more than she knew.

Memories stirred. The pain of the past, the long years of separation, the quiet moments she’d cried alone.

Miles reached forward, cupping her shoulders gently. "Mom... this is my home now. You are my family. I’ll always come back. I promise."

Elena couldn’t hold back anymore. She shed quiet tears. Daniel stepped in, his voice calm. "Don’t worry, Elena. That was the past. It’s over. We’re together now."

She nodded, wiping her tears. "Call me when you reach?"

"I will."

Miles looked to Daniel, who gave him a firm nod—a silent promise to take care of everything while he was gone.

With a final look at his family, Miles picked up his bag and walked out.

The car pulled away from the villa, disappearing into the twilight as he headed toward the airport—toward Brightvale City, and whatever awaited him there.

As the wheels touched down on the sleek runway, the morning sun cast golden streaks across the tarmac, illuminating the skyline of Brightvale in the distance.

Brightvale City — a place where the old-world elegance met modern opulence.

Sprawling coastal highways curled along sapphire-blue shores, dotted with palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze. High-rise towers shimmered with glass facades, each bearing the insignia of global corporations, luxury brands, or powerful conglomerates. Beneath their shadows, wide boulevards bustled with life—sports cars glided past artisan cafes, and pedestrians in crisp suits or designer wear moved with urgency and purpose.

It was a city of wealth, ambition, and hidden agendas.

From penthouses overlooking the ocean to underworld deals whispered in high-end bars, Brightvale was known for two things—power and secrets.

Miles stepped out of the jet, the wind tousling his hair as he adjusted his coat and sunglasses. His eyes scanned the vibrant cityscape as a quiet resolve settled in his chest.

A new Chapter awaited.

New faces. New enemies. New truths.

The calm before another storm.

The new adventure begins.