Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire’s Redemption : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Elena’s POVThe morning sunlight seeped through the hospital blinds, casting a soft glow over the room. I blinked, my eyes heavy with exhaustion despite the restless night I had. Sleep had been a distant luxury, my mind tangled with unanswered questions and a gnawing sense of uncertainty.A gentle knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. The doctor entered, his expression calm yet professional as he approached my bed. “Good morning, Elena. How are you feeling?”“Tired,” I admitted, my voice hoarse. “But I just want to go home.”He nodded, flipping through the clipboard in his hands. “Understandable. Before we discharge you, we need to run a final check-up and discuss some important things about your pregnancy.”I swallowed hard, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach. It still felt surreal this new reality that I had yet to fully accept.The doctor moved closer, setting his clipboard aside. “I’m going to check your vitals first.” He wrapped the blood pressure cuff around my

Elena’s POVAlexander’s furious gaze bore into me, his breathing uneven. “What did you just say?”I lifted my chin defiantly. “I said you are not the father of my child.”His hands curled into fists at his sides, his nostrils flaring. “You’re lying Elena, you wouldn’t dare”“I have no reason to lie,” I shot back, my heart pounding violently against my ribs.His eyes darkened, his jaw clenching so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. “You expect me to believe that?” His voice was dangerously low, laced with disbelief. “You were a virgin Elena ““Oh please Alexander, and what does that change ?”I refused to waver. “Believe whatever you want, Alexander.”For a moment, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, something snapped. “You broke the contract,” he hissed, his voice trembling with anger.I frowned. “What?”“Our agreement.” He took a step forward, his tall frame looming over me. “One of the conditions was no extramarital affairs, Elena.”My stomach twisted. I vaguel

Victoria’s POV“Who the fuck is this?”The words flew out of my mouth before I even processed the call. I wasn’t comfortable having this phone call while I was still at Alexander’s premises. Then, silence. A beat too long.And then“Are you fucking serious right now, Victoria?”Victor, I realized.I blinked, my grip tightening on the phone as recognition settled in. “Oh.” A slow smirk crept onto my lips. “Victor, darling, didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. What, miss me already?”His voice was ice, laced with barely controlled rage. “You set me up, you crazy bitch. Right ?”I rolled my eyes, already bored. “Oh, please. Set you up? I did you a favor.”“A favor?” he spat. “Are you out of your damn mind?”I sighed dramatically, looking around cautiously before responding “Think about it, genius. Now that Elena thinks Alexander’s some bitter, conniving snake, guess what? She won’t go running back to him anytime soon.” I let that sink in before adding, “Which means you have the perfe

Elena’s POV“You won’t at least take the flowers?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.I stared at them again. I had no reason to accept anything from him. Yet, something in the way he was looking at me, almost as if he was pleading, made me reach out and take them.“Fine,” I muttered, plucking them from his grasp.Victor’s lips twitched into a small smile, but I turned away before I could acknowledge it. I walked into the living room, setting the flowers down on the coffee table before sitting on the couch. Victor followed, sitting across from me.The air between us was thick, unspoken words sitting on both our tongues. Before either of us could say anything, footsteps sounded behind us.“Well, well, well,” Mia’s voice was laced with sarcasm as she strolled into the room, arms crossed. “Look what we have here, the Romantic lawyer himself .”Victor chuckled, shaking his head. “Always a pleasure, Mia.”Mia smirked. “Flowers? Gifts? What’s next, a violinist playing love songs outside

Mia reached into the box and picked up the bracelet, her eyes widening as she turned it over in her palm. It wasn’t just any bracelet—it was expensive-looking, delicate yet striking. A thick, silver band wrapped around itself in an intricate woven design, almost like intertwining vines. The metal had a polished gleam, catching the dim light in the room, and at the center was a locket charm. Mia clicked it open, revealing a tiny, hand-painted portrait of Elena inside.“Oh, wow,” Mia breathed, holding it up to the light. “This is some real Romeo shit.”Elena said nothing. Her fingers curled around the edge of the box, heart hammering against her ribs.Mia turned the bracelet in her hands again, tilting her head as she examined the artistry. “Look at this detail. This isn’t some basic mass-produced jewelry; this was customized. The way the edges are carved? The way your picture’s been hand-painted and set into the locket instead of just printed? Girl, Victor did not play around with this