บททั้งหมดของ My Billionaire’s Redemption : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Elena’s POVI hesitated at the bottom of the staircase, my pulse still racing from what I had just heard. Alexander had sounded dangerous, his voice sharp with a finality that sent a shiver down my spine. He wasn’t just talking about any business deal there was something deeper, something personal.Steeling myself, I stepped forward, my bare feet silent against the cool marble floor.“Who were you talking to?” My voice was soft, but firm enough to demand an answer.Alexander turned swiftly, his blue eyes dark in the dimly lit room. For a split second, something flickered across his face, surprise? Guilt? But it was gone before I could grasp it.His expression smoothed into something unreadable as he set his phone down on the bar counter. “It’s business,” he said evenly, his tone dismissive. “Nothing for you to worry about.”I narrowed my eyes. “At this time of the night?”“Deals don’t sleep, Elena.” He exhaled, running a hand through his tousled hair before stepping closer. “I didn’t

Elena’s POVI stared at my phone screen, my fingers tightening around the device as I reread Victor’s message.“We need to talk. Now.”The urgency in his words sent a ripple of unease through me. What could be so important that he needed to speak to me immediately? And why was he reaching out to me instead of Alexander?Mia, who had been animatedly talking about her upcoming fashion gig, noticed my change in demeanor and frowned. “What’s wrong?”I hesitated before slipping my phone back into my purse. “It’s nothing. Just work stuff.”Mia narrowed her eyes but let it go, and we spent the next half hour catching up. But even as we laughed over old memories, my mind kept drifting to Victor and whatever it was he had to tell me. I had given a location and time we should meet. Later that evening, I had gone to the location Victor had texted me to see him. The place was dimly lit, its rustic ambiance giving it an intimate feel. A soft jazz melody played in the background, but I barely not

Elena’s POVMia’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she zipped up the dress around my body. The moment I turned to the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself.The black dress hugged my curves like a second skin, the fabric clinging to my hips and emphasizing every inch of my body. The deep V-cut plunged daringly between my breasts, leaving just enough to the imagination yet teasingly revealing. The hemline stopped at my upper thighs, a slit running up the side, exposing the smooth skin of my leg with every movement. My long, dark hair cascaded down my shoulders in loose waves, and my lips, painted a bold red, stood out against my flawless complexion.“Damn,” Mia whistled, standing behind me. “You look hot as hell.”I swallowed, my hands smoothing down the fabric nervously. “This is… a lot.”“It’s perfect,” Mia grinned. “Tonight, you’re not Mrs. Alexander Wells. Tonight, you’re just Elena, sexy, confident, and free.”I turned, giving her a once-over. She was equally stunning in a red dr

Alexander’s POVI was rolling my cufflinks between my fingers as Isla Kensington took a seat beside me. She was poised, confident, and had an air of effortless charm.“Nice to meet you, Miss Kensington,” I greeted, offering a polite nod.“The pleasure is mine,” she replied smoothly. “What is it you do, Mr. Wells?”I smirked, tilting my head slightly. “I assumed you already knew, considering you sat through an entire meeting about it.”She laughed, a soft, melodic sound. “Touché. But I’d rather hear it from you.”I took a moment before answering. “I’m the CEO of Wells Enterprises and it’s primarily an investment firm, though we have strong ties in manufacturing, technology, and real estate. Our goal with Harrington Enterprises is to merge our security innovations with their technological advancements. It’s a mutually beneficial deal.”She nodded, swirling her drink. “And you handle all of this personally?”“I oversee most major deals, yes,” I said. “It’s important to know where your mo

Alexander’s POVI pressed the phone to my ear, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The dial tone rang once, twice then Victor answered.“Alexander?” His voice was sharp, concerned. “How is it going?”I exhaled heavily, pinching the bridge of my nose. “The meeting, was a goddamn disaster.”There was silence on the other end before Victor spoke carefully. “What happened?”I ran a hand through my hair, my frustration boiling over. “I don’t know. I was fine, Victor. And then suddenly, during the meeting, I—I couldn’t think straight. My words were slurred, my head was a mess. I looked like an incompetent fool in front of everyone.”Victor cursed under his breath. “That doesn’t make any sense. Are you sick?”“No,” I snapped. “I felt perfectly fine until last night. I had one drink at the bar, then everything became hazy. I woke up this morning feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.”There was a brief pause before Victor spoke again. “Was anyone with you?”My fingers tightened around the pho