Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Arrogant Billionaire's Redemption: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The sharp knock of Simon’s voice broke through the silence. “Taxi’s here.” I jumped to my feet, phone clutched tightly in hand, and rushed for the door without hesitation. My pulse thrummed in my ears, my mind only set on one goal—getting home. But hurried footsteps followed me, and I turned, already impatient. “What is it?” My brows pinched together, frustration spilling through my voice. Simon stood there, a cap in his hand. Without asking, he reached forward and placed it on my head. Before I could swat him away, he slipped a mask over my face, hooking the straps behind my ears. His fingers lingered, brushing against strands of hair, tucking them gently behind my ear like it was something he had done a hundred times before. “One can’t be too careful,” he murmured. The words, paired with the way his eyes clung to mine, almost tempted me to pause. Almost. But I tore my gaze away, refusing the weight of his concern, and yanked the door open. The hallway stretched out ahead like a

Tina's POV Like a puppet on strings, I got up and followed him—pulled not by logic, not by reason, but by the quiet magnetism hidden in the low timbre of his pleading voice. It was ridiculous, almost laughable, how willingly I moved after him. The only thing I grabbed, at the very last moment, was my phone, clutched like some fragile talisman in my hands. We exited Trove’s building together, the heavy doors whispering shut behind us. The late morning air clung warm against my skin, buzzing faintly with the sounds of traffic and conversations bleeding from the street. It was only then, stepping into the broad light of day, that I realized the absurdity of my silence. “Where are we going?” I asked finally, my words spilling into the parking lot as I trailed him, my voice laced with a thin layer of unease. Simon didn’t answer. He beat me to the driver’s side, hand already on the door. “I’ll drive,” he said simply, as though that explained everything. I stopped, brows furrowing. “Wh

At first, he stilled, trapped in the moment of torture. Then, in the next breath, his hand wrapped around my waist like a vice, fitting my body against his as though it had always belonged there. My head tilted further, surrendering, as he kissed me with ferocity. His lips were soft, pliant, yet insistent, dragging mine into his mouth and sucking as though he had been starved for years. I parted my lips willingly, taking his upper lip into my mouth, matching his hunger with my own, sucking with equal passion. Heat bloomed in my chest, tingling down my arms as I worked my tongue into his mouth, tracing the warm contours until he met me with his own, plunging forward, demanding more. The moment his tongue slid against mine, delicious tingles spread down my spine, pulling tight at its base. He teased, brushed, and tangled, each flick and stroke setting fire to my blood. Every nerve in my body seemed to be drawn toward my stomach, molten heat pulling lower, deeper. My hands dragged acro

Watching Simon exit the room, I stood slowly, my legs still weak from the aftermath of everything that had unfolded between us. I dragged my panties up my thighs, the thin lace clinging to my skin, and glanced around the room in search of my bra. My eyes darted across the bed, the corners, even near the covered furniture, but I came up short. It was gone—or lost somewhere in the chaos of our passion. With a sigh, I gave up and sank back down onto the bed, pulling the blanket across my chest as though it could shield me from the storm inside my head. While waiting, I found myself replaying the hours that had passed, still in awe of the events that had led me here. Just yesterday I was worried about Sarah, I thought, my chest tightening as her name crossed my mind. Worried she would come back into Simon’s life, worried that she still had some claim to him. I got drunk on that anxiety, let it take control of me. And now—now Simon has confessed his feelings to me. The thought alone made

Then it stopped again, the chords dying out mid-air when his hands — those slender fingers that just moments ago had been setting my whole body alight — folded behind his head instead, abandoning me, retreating. The fire that had raged seconds earlier died out as though someone had doused it with cold water. I could feel the warmth still lingering under my skin, but it was rapidly being smothered by a cool disappointment that wrapped itself around my chest. That smirk, though — it lingered. Resting lazy and knowing on his lips as he shifted, adjusting himself downward so his head found the white blanket beneath us. He lay there as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn’t been burning up inside only moments ago. My lips pressed together. I caught myself pouting, frustration threatening to slip out and betray me, and quickly smoothed it away, hiding the sting of disappointment. My earlier boldness, that daring spark that had risen inside me, shrank back to something quieter. “The sun