Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire’s Redemption : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Alexander’s POVLorenzo met my gaze, his jaw tightening. “I want answers.”I let out a sharp laugh, shaking my head as he reached for the glass of whiskey he’d abandoned earlier. “Answers?” He took a slow sip before setting the glass down. “To what, exactly?”I leaned forward, bracing my hands against the desk. “To this mess, Alexander. To the way my name and yours is being dragged through every damn blog and media outlet. To the way the showcase was sabotaged. To how exactly I got tangled in all of this.”My eyes darkened. “You think I wanted this?” My voice dropped, the underlying anger in it barely restrained. “Do you think I enjoy waking up to headlines splashing my name across the internet like I’m some fucking criminal?” I scoffed, shaking my head. “I was supposed to be the shadow, Lorenzo. The one pulling strings from behind the scenes, not the one thrown into the public eye like a circus act.”I studied him for a moment. For all his arrogance, there was a layer of genuine fru

Alexander’s POV“I’ll sort Adrian out.”Victoria’s voice was steady, but I didn’t trust it. I folded my arms and leaned back against the leather chair in my office, watching her carefully.“You’ll sort him out?” I repeated, skepticism dripping from my tone. “Sorting out isn’t enough for someone who nearly destroyed my reputation and kidnapped my wife like a madman. You expect me to believe he won’t blackmail you again?”Victoria exhaled and stepped closer. “Alexander, listen to me. Adrian is obsessed with me, yes, but I know how to handle him now. I won’t let him come after me or the company again.”I scoffed. “And what exactly is your plan?”“I have my ways, just trust me please.”Her answer was vague, and I hated that. “That’s the problem, I can’t trust you Victoria.”She sighed, rubbing her temples. “Look, I know I messed up before, but I swear I’ve changed. I want to come back, and I want to make things right. You need someone you can trust in your company—someone who understands

Victor’s lips brushed against mine, firm yet unhurried, as if he were waiting for my reaction. My breath hitched, my body tensing at the unexpected kiss. For a second, I almost pulled away, but then a flood of emotions washed over me. Memories of Alexander, the betrayal, the pain, everything came rushing back. And in that moment, I just wanted to forget.So I kissed him back.Victor didn’t hesitate. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened. His lips moved hungrily against mine, coaxing a response from me that I didn’t even realize I had. Heat curled in my stomach, spreading like wildfire as our bodies pressed together.His hands roamed, sliding up my back, gripping my hips, his touch both urgent and reverent. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to drown in the feeling. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a longing I hadn’t felt in so long. It was different with Victor, unhurried but deliberate, as if he wanted to memorize

Victoria’s POVSighing, I got up from the couch and walked over, unlocking the door. The moment I pulled it open, my eyes landed on Adrian standing there, hands shoved into his pockets, a strange expression on his face.“What the hell are you actually doing at my place at this hour?” I asked, irritation creeping into my tone.Adrian tilted his head slightly. “Can you at least let me come inside first?”I hesitated, not in the mood for whatever this was. But knowing Adrian, he wasn’t going to leave unless I let him in. Huffing out a breath, I stepped aside, allowing him to walk in.As soon as he was inside, I shut the door and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m really tired, Adrian. This is not how you show up at someone’s house—unannounced, unexpected.”He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on me. “Someone ? You are not someone, Victoria.”I stiffened when he reached for me, as if trying to touch my arm. My eyes narrowed, and I immediately took a step back. “What the hell are you doing?”

The moment Alexander stepped out of the car, the usual murmurs followed. Employees whispered among themselves, stealing glances at him, some greeting him with polite nods, others with a nervous stiffness in their posture as usual. “Good morning, Mr. Wells.”He barely acknowledged the greetings as he walked through the lobby. The receptionist, a young woman with wide eyes and a forced smile, quickly stood as he passed. “Mr. Wells, Mr. Langford from the finance department wanted to—”“Later,” Alexander cut her off without breaking his stride. He had no patience for anything else at the moment.As he reached the hallway leading to his office, a familiar face appeared from the corner—Harrison, the company’s archivist. The older man was holding a thick brown file, his expression unreadable.“Mr. Wells,” Harrison greeted with a slight nod.Alexander’s sharp gaze landed on the file in his hands. “You have it?”“Yes, sir,” Harrison confirmed, gripping the documents tightly. “I pulled everyth