All Chapters of His Betrayal, My Redemption: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chapter 161DAHLIA Sitting and reading various articles Sheila had uploaded. Articles that exposed the Knights family, articles that bore evidence of Francis' ruthlessness.“I can't understand how she managed to put something like this on the internet. Does it really mean no one has seen this yet or. There is something fishy about this…” I mumbled, looking at Gilbert and Ivana but their attention were on the screen, I wasn't even sure they heard me.“Since we have this, why not quickly involve the police?” I asked yet again.This time, they both looked at me at the same time, like I had lost my mind.“Stop mentioning the police, Dahlia. They'll never do anything to Francis. He has them all wrapped around his fingers. You should know that by now,” Ivana wasted no time shutting me up.But the more time we spent looking at the website, more time we spent waiting for Ronan and the others to somehow find us despite them not knowing this place or knowing a thing about it, the more worried

Chapter 163 RONAN “Where's Kennedy right now?” I asked, looking at Jane who's eyes were aggressively trailed on me. “I told you he's at the Bright’s mansion,” she responded, looking me in the eye like she no longer had any fear whatsoever for me. “You're his girlfriend and that's the only piece of information you know? How many times will you tell us he's in Bright's mansion?” Brandon was losing his patience. “If there's anything else you want to know, then find Kennedy himself and ask him,” Jane looked so fearless, tilting her head backwards and resting her gaze on Brandon and I. We exchanged glances. “I don't think she'll say anything any time soon. What now?” Brandon who was now next to me, mumbled loud enough for just me to hear. “We make her talk, soon…” “I can hear you, Mr. Knight. But do not even bother. If you want to end my life. Then you might as well do it now because I'm never betraying Kennedy. You did him bad and right now, all I want is for you to dance to the r

Chapter 165RONAN“What did you do to her?” Brandon who was just heading down the stairs asked the moment he saw Jane's current state.I've been very lenient with her and if that reason she disrespected me so much, so I had to put her in her place. The person before me at that moment wasn't a woman, nor my house maid, but an enemy, someone who vehemently stood against my progress. Someone who fantasizes harming my wife. Her eyes were on me, the smug look she had earlier was completely gone. What was left was a fidgeting lady, staring at and me trying to decipher my next move but that was no where near possible.“You were saying something earlier?” I raised a brow staring at her.She clenched her fist, biting her lips in what I suspected to be helplessness.“Can you let me go now, Mr. Knight, please. I did nothing wrong….”“Keep telling yourself that….”“Better put your utmost best into this search. If my sisters are not found anytime soon. I'll be sending your head to Kennedy for mes

Chapter 167DAHLIA “Lock that door, Ivana, now?” I panicked, speaking in a hushed tone.Ivana stood there, not making any attempt to lock the door, she stared at me like I had lost my mind. I could see her face, not vividly but then I could decipher the look on her face.“Are you trying to get us killed?” I was honestly pissed at her nonchalance.I covered the little distance between us, pushed her aside and snapped the lock in place, then turned towards her.“What part of lock door did you not understand?” I wanted to yell at her, but knew not to do that.She didn't say a word, and stood there, staring at me. More like staring into space.That was when I realised she was in shock.Not waiting another moment, I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards myself. Engulfing her in a bear hug and stroking her head.I perfectly understood how she felt. I've seen life, gone through the worst experiences, even been nearly kidnapped a few times in the last while trying to make my company better

Chapter 169 DAHLIA Ivana didn’t waste another second. She swung her legs over the windowsill and jumped. “Ivana, wait!” I reached for her, but my fingers only brushed the hem of her shirt before she was gone. The sickening thud of her landing made my stomach twist. She let out a small groan, but before I could even process it, she looked up at me with urgency. “Come on!” she whispered loudly, waving at me like we were escaping a burning building. Against every rational thought screaming in my head, I climbed out of the window. The rough concrete wall scraped against my palms as I slid down, my shoes finding no grip until I hit the ground. My knees buckled on impact, and the sting of fresh cuts tore through my shins. “Ugh, damn it,” I muttered, feeling the warm trickle of blood under my jeans. Ivana was already moving, clutching her side. She’d gotten scraped up too, a long red line running down her forearm. But then I noticed them. Three men, dressed in dark clothin