All Chapters of The Arrogant Billionaire's Redemption: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I pushed open the heavy doors of Trove like someone hunted, fleeing into the night as though fire licked at my heels. The cool air struck me, but it wasn't enough to calm the storm raging in my chest. My steps were hurried, frantic, purposeful-driven by a single, desperate need to put distance between myself and that man whose words had dripped into me like venom mixed with honey, equal parts hope and despair seeping into the festering wound I carried in my heart. The moment I had felt his grip slacken, I had seized the chance. My fingers had fumbled for my bag where it lay abandoned on the floor, and then I was out of his office in a blur, moving as though the walls themselves had begun to close in. Yet even as I rushed through the corridors and out into the open, my heart betrayed me. It whispered insistently, cruelly, begging me to turn back. To go to him. To face that confused, tortured man and help him sort through the chaos of his feelings. A part of me clung to the fragile tho

I was taken back to the day of our wedding, when he walked into the cathedral. The doors had creaked open, letting in a draft of sunlight, and there he was-walking down that aisle. For a moment, I forgot my petty annoyance at the fact that he was late. Stunned was an understatement. He looked like he had walked straight out of my fantasies. His dark blue tuxedo clung to his broad frame, the color chosen in subtle homage to SM's colors, the same shade his mother favored. His midnight-black hair, usually slicked back into neat monotony, was instead tousled-deliberately careless, falling over his forehead in just the right way. And then there was his smile. Not the diplomatic, practiced one he wore for handshakes and staged photographs, but a genuine smile. One that stretched from ear to ear, splitting his face into light, softening his sharpness, making him glow in a way I hadn't known he could. My mouth fell open. My fingers, frozen around the camera I held, faltered before I rememb

The door creaked, and before I could ask who it was, Ajax padded into the room in his pajamas, his small face tilted up, eyes wide with that raw honesty children never bother to hide. "Mum, I can't sleep," he said, rubbing his knuckles against his eyes, his voice soft but clear. The moment shattered the heavy silence that had been hanging between Adam and me. For a few long minutes, the air had felt thick, like the room itself was listening, weighing, waiting. Ajax's presence cracked it open. Adam's head lifted. That earlier shadowed expression-the one I had glimpsed when he thought no one was watching-melted away in an instant. He smiled, the corners of his mouth curving upward with ease. "That's right, you should get to bed," he said warmly, beckoning Ajax closer with a hand. He reached out and ruffled my son's hair, the way an uncle might, all gentle familiarity. But something about it struck me wrong. The smile didn't reach his eyes. I could still see the hollowness there, as

Did I hear him right? Or had I finally lost my mind, unable to differentiate between fiction and reality? Maybe I had drifted off on the armchair, only to be catapulted into one of my restless daydreams. Or was this all some kind of cruel joke? The tension in the room felt so absurd, so surreal, that I couldn't hold myself together. A laugh burst from my throat, wild and uncontrollable, spilling out in waves until tears welled at the corners of my eyes. "Protect!" I tested the word on my tongue, and a sharp snicker rattled through me. Simon didn't flinch. He simply stared, those maddeningly soft eyes fixed on me, unyielding, while I turned my face away, trying to avoid drowning in them. Even through my laughter, his gaze remained steady, almost unbearable. "I know I have not been the best of persons..." he began carefully, his voice low. I cut him off with a sharp scoff. "What best? You were the worst person in my life. The worst person I ever encountered." The words shot out wi

Lunch had ended long ago, and the restaurant had emptied out to a hushed quiet. The clinking of cutlery was scarce, only a couple of stragglers lingering over late meals. The scent of fried food and coffee hung faintly in the air, mellow now compared to the frenzy of midday. I had slid into a booth tucked near the wall, relishing the silence that came after the rush. Bella sat across from me, elbows on the table, leaning forward with that sharp, gossipy tilt of her head. Her eyes glittered with suspicion and judgment, the kind that could strip flesh from bone if you weren’t careful. She studied me like I’d lost my mind, her brows knotted together. “You must be bat-shit crazy,” she hissed, but this time in a whisper, checking the nearly empty restaurant before speaking again. I pressed a finger to my lips to shush her, but I couldn’t stop the laugh bubbling out of me. The sight of her so serious, hunched forward like a detective about to scold a guilty suspect, was simply too much. M