All Chapters of Redeemed by the billionaire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The Burnett estate was calm.Tucked into the wooded outskirts just beyond the city’s edge, it stood like it always had—traditional, warm, and dignified. The kind of house that seemed to have its own memory. Familiar creaks in the floorboards, a scent of polished oak in the halls, tall windows framed with long ivory curtains.That evening, the estate glowed under low chandeliers. Freya had insisted on a quiet gathering—no hired staff, no formal seating charts, just family and comfort. After the storm of cameras and headlines, it was exactly what Sophie needed.She stood in the drawing room, now converted into a cozy space for conversation. Candles flickered in glass votives along the sideboard. Platters of finger food sat untouched on the marble-topped table. A soft instrumental record played from the old stereo in the corner. Outside, dusk settled across the trimmed lawn, washing the windows in a gentle amber hue.Alexander was already seated on the tufted leather settee near the hear

The morning crept in softly, touching the windows with a pale golden hue that melted into the corners of Sophie’s room. Thin streams of sunlight pushed through the sheer curtains, casting long shapes across the carpet, the walls, and the edge of her bed.She had been awake for a while.Sleep had come in waves, light and fluttering, but not lasting. Her mind was too full—of the garden pavilion, of candlelight and engraved words, of the quiet certainty in Alexander’s voice as he fastened the necklace around her neck.She reached for it now, her fingers brushing the delicate chain, the pendant resting just above her heart. Cold at first, then warm beneath her touch.Sophie exhaled, a long, quiet breath that trembled slightly.She sat up slowly, letting the covers fall from her shoulders. The room around her felt unchanged—same soft wallpaper, same pale chest of drawers, same armchair beneath the tall window—but she felt different inside it. Like she was a visitor to her former self.She

The car pulled into a discreet side entrance off Oakvale Street, where a valet opened Sophie’s door before she could even ask where they were. Camellia had said “casual drinks, just us,” but nothing about the velvet ropes, the valet, or the luxury private lounge known as The Aubrey Room.Sophie stepped out slowly, her heels clicking against the stone driveway. The building was sleek and understated, designed to look like an extension of a high-end art gallery. Camellia was already waiting by the glass doors, dressed in a flowing coral wrap dress and wearing a smile that gave absolutely nothing away.“You’re up to something,” Sophie said, narrowing her eyes.Camellia took her arm, all elegance and mischief. “Up to elegance. Up to joy. Come on, Burnett. Just trust me.”Inside, the lighting was warm and golden, the air perfumed with vanilla and something floral she couldn’t quite place. As they approached the large double doors at the end of the hallway, Sophie heard faint music—string j

The studio smelled like jasmine and silk steam. Located just above a boutique florist downtown, the private atelier had the kind of quiet elegance Sophie appreciated — understated, intimate, drenched in natural light. Fabric bolts lined one wall, pinned sketches were tacked in clusters beside thread palettes and bead trays. The entire space seemed to hum with quiet artistry.Sophie stood on the raised fitting platform, arms slightly lifted as the tailor made final tugs at the gown's open back. The satin skimmed over her hips with practiced ease, the delicate beading at the bodice sparkling subtly under the soft chandeliers. A full-length mirror stood in front of her, framed by two billowing ivory curtains that the assistant had thoughtfully drawn closed for privacy.Camellia sat a few feet away in an armchair, her phone in her lap and a proud grin softening her features. She wore a flowing cream blouse and navy trousers, her hair tucked into a sleek bun. Every so often, she glanced at

The night had folded into itself, the last wave of laughter fading down the drive as black cars pulled away into the early hours. The Burnett estate, so vibrant only hours before, had gone quiet. Staff cleared champagne flutes in hushed tones. The orchestra had long since packed their instruments. Only the scent of lilies and candle wax lingered in the hall.Upstairs, the bedroom lights were dimmed to a golden hush. Sophie stood at the mirrored vanity, her back to the door, hands reaching behind her neck to unclasp the diamond pendant. She struggled briefly, the clasp resisting, before a pair of familiar hands moved gently over hers.“I’ve got it,” Alexander said.His voice was a low thread of warmth in the quiet room. He undid the clasp with ease, letting the pendant fall into her palm.“Thank you,” she murmured, placing it on the tray beside her earrings.She turned slightly as he helped slip the dark silk gown off her shoulders. It fell like a whisper to the floor, pooling at her f