My Billionaire’s Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

“Do you think I look okay?” I asked nervously, smoothing down the soft fabric of my tailored dress.Victor glanced at me from where he stood near the boardroom doors, his expression kind but unreadable. “You look perfect,” he said, his voice steady. “But, Elena, you don’t need to overthink this. You’re here because Alexander chose you to stand beside him—not because you have to prove yourself to anyone.”I tried to smile, but the knot in my stomach tightened. My hand fiddled with the silver bracelet circling my wrist—a small but comforting reminder of my father. I’d worn it every day since he gave it to me years ago, and today, it felt like a lifeline.“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “These people… they’re powerful. What if they take one look at me and think I don’t belong?”Victor’s gaze softened, his professional facade melting just enough to let some warmth shine through. “Elena,” he said gently, “they’ll think what Alexande

As I stepped out of the office, Rachel Greene stood in the far end of the hallway, poised, elegant, and engaged in a quiet conversation with none other than Victoria. I stopped in my tracks.A chill crawled up my spine as I watched them exchange words in hushed tones, their expressions unreadable. My stomach twisted. How did they even know each other?I didn’t have to wait long for the answer. As I approached, Rachel caught sight of me first. She smiled genuinely, like she was really happy to see me. Victoria, on the other hand, turned with slow deliberation, a smirk tugging at her lips.“Elena,” Victoria said smoothly, crossing her arms. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”I ignored her and looked at Rachel. “Hello Miss Rachel.”“Elena Wells, what a pleasure seeing you again” she said with a warm smile.“Oh, I see you both have already met. Elena, my cousin here is the most influential Gallerist in Florida” Victoria cut in with pride.I blinked. “Cousins?”Rachel nodded. “We are dist

“Are you sure about this?” Mia’s voice crackled through the speaker, laced with concern.I adjusted the strap of my dress, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The muted olive-green fabric hugged my frame, simple yet elegant. My hair cascaded in loose waves over my shoulders, and I had kept my makeup soft just enough to mask my uncertainty.“It’s just lunch,” I murmured, slipping on a pair of heels. “If she’s trying to mess with me, I’ll know.”“That woman doesn’t do anything without an agenda, Elena. Be careful.”I sighed, grabbing my purse. “I will.”Victoria had chosen an upscale restaurant downtown, the kind where waiters glided between tables in crisp white shirts, and soft jazz hummed in the background. She was already there when I arrived, effortlessly poised in a sleek black dress, her blonde hair twisted into a loose chignon. She looked up as I approached, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.“Elena, darling. Right on time.”“You don’t strike me as the type w

Elena Victor’s breath was warm against my skin The car was still now, the only sound the faint hum of the engine. His gaze flickered to my lips, and for a second a dangerous second, I didn’t move away.Then my phone beeped loudly.The sharp sound sliced through the moment, making us both jolt back. My heart hammered against my ribs as I fumbled for the device, seeing Alexander’s name on the screen. He had just sent me a message that he would be home late.I had barely registered the response to give. I type A quick, “Alright. Be safe.” My hands were trembling. What had just happened, I was still trying to process it.Now, minutes later, Victor finally spoke. “Elena… I’m sorry.”I turned to him, finally meeting his eyes. They were filled with regret, but also something else. What did he want me to say ? “It was a mistake?,” I asked quickly, as if saying it aloud would make it true.He exhaled, shaking his head. “It wasn’t. But it shouldn’t have happened.” His fingers tightened on

It was finally the day I have been waiting for. The exhibition hall buzzed with excitement as guests arrived, dressed in elegant evening attire. The warm glow of chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, reflecting off polished marble floors. Rows of stunning artwork lined the walls, each piece carefully mounted, waiting to be admired, critiqued, and ultimately sold to the highest bidder.I took a deep breath, smoothing the front of my dress. This was it. The night that could change everything. I glanced at Victoria, who stood beside me, arms crossed.“Is it set?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the low hum of conversation.Victoria nodded subtly. “Everything’s in place. But are you sure about this?”I swallowed, not entirely sure at all. “I have to be.”A part of me wandered if Victoria’s help was just about the company’s Glory or there was something more.Before she could respond, a microphone crackled, drawing everyone’s attention to the stage. Rachel Greene, the event