All Chapters of Love's Redemption: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

I had to keep my cool as Tanya walked up to me, getting closer with every step."Keira," she said again when she finally stopped in front of me, tears already pooling in her eyes.I squinted a little but didn't say anything, waiting for her to get to the point. No way I was interrupting her whole emotional meltdown."Can you just stay away from Jace?" she finally asked.I raised an eyebrow. "What?""You guys are done. He's with me now, so you need to back off. I don't want you messing with his head." Her voice wobbled as she tried not to cry.Wow, seriously?I laughed. So, she thought it was my fault Jace came down on her at work?"So, what? You can't afford the damages and want me to help cover it?" I taunted.Tanya's face went pale. She'd opened up about her money problems before, thinking I was making fun of her for being broke. But I wasn't laughing at her situation—I was laughing at her nerves."I couldn't afford it before, but things are different now," she shot back, c

As the door swung open, a loud, booming laugh echoed through the room, and I spotted the guy sitting at the head of the table.Wait a second... he looked familiar.Steve jumped in with the intros. "This is Cole, my cue sports buddy and good friend."I stared at the guy, and it clicked—Cole Drago. Thorsten's son, and now the head honcho of VastReach Group.I'd looked him up before. Turns out he was into snooker and even won some amateur snooker championship.Back then, I never would've guessed he and Steve were connected, let alone that they'd be this close."And this must be your friend?" Cole said with a grin.His tone was friendly, but something about it sent a chill down my spine. His record might look squeaky clean, but his dad? Not so much. There was no way he would be as perfect as he seemed.Guess it's true what they say—you can't judge a book by its cover."Keira, just call him Cole from now on. If you ever need anything or run into trouble, go to him," Steve said, pul

"No, you're just way better than me. You can tell I'm just an amateur," I said, trying to play it humble."Even amateurs need good coaches. But your style's different from Steve's. Who taught you?" Cole asked, genuinely curious.I'd learned by watching Jace. He never actually coached me; I just picked it up from observing him. When I got bored, I started playing by myself. My technique ended up looking like his, and once he noticed I could hold my own, he'd ask me to join him for a game now and then."Cole, since when did you start digging for dirt like a tabloid reporter?" a familiar voice cut in.I didn't bother turning around. I knew that voice way too well.Jace had just walked in.This night was about to get a lot more interesting.He walked up and stood beside me, saying nothing, but making everything obvious to Cole."Oh, no wonder her style looked familiar," Cole said, his eyes flicking between Jace and me. "So she's..." He trailed off, like he was putting the pieces to

I thought about that contract. "Your dad's death must've been tied to mine. I'm the only one who can get to the bottom of this."Hayden looked at me. "Did you find something out?""What about you?" I asked. "Why are you after Thorsten Drago? Why do you suspect him?"He stood up and walked to the window, his tall frame radiating this strength, like he could hold up the sky if it came crashing down.Watching him like that, I set down my cup and followed. "Hayden, I get that you know something too. And I know you don't want me involved, but this is about my parents. I can't just sit back and do nothing."I glanced at the moonlight streaming through the window. "I'm not some clueless kid. I can handle myself. And besides, you're here with me, aren't you?"Hayden turned to look at me, and after a beat, he said, "You're just as stubborn as you were when we were kids."I laughed and faced him. "So, you've known who I was this whole time? You got close to me just to dig into your dad's

Ron's words instantly made me think of Hayden, and what Steve had mentioned yesterday about a friend with the last name 'Hart' who had invested a ton of money in OceanixCorp.I turned to Ron. "When you say 'manly,' what exactly do you mean? Or do you have a friend like that?"Ron cleared his throat. "It's hard to explain... I mean, someone with a strong presence, stands tall, like..." He trailed off, pointing at the cafeteria's TV screen.The news was showing a flag-raising ceremony, soldiers standing tall and straight, radiating discipline and strength. It reminded me of Hayden again, and I had a feeling Ron was hinting at something.The last name Hart?Manly?A soldier?It couldn't be, could it?I watched Ron's face, but he was focused on the screen, deep in thought. I decided to throw him off a little. "Is your friend's name Hayden?""Huh?" Ron blinked, looking at me in surprise. "What did you just say?"I couldn't tell if he actually didn't hear me or if he was just playi