All Chapters of Redeemed by the billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Camellia met with Alia in a soundproof side room after the last session.Alia looked nervous.“They’re watching everything.”“I know,” Camellia said. “That’s why we’re doing this off the books.”She handed Alia a chip drive.“What is it?”“Proof of where the 200 anonymous claims actually came from.”“And?”Camellia’s voice dropped.“They’re not internal whistleblowers.”“Then who?”“Ghost accounts traced back to… Hale.”At 11:45 p.m., Rachel handed Sophie the printed summary of Camellia’s findings.She read it once.Then again.Then whispered, “It was him all along.”Rachel nodded.“He wanted to fracture Phoenix from the inside. Keep us tied up in ghost fires so the board would never stabilize.”Sophie closed the file.“I’ll handle it.”In the summit’s final prep room, Sophie stood alone before a long mahogany table.One seat remained unclaimed.Hale’s.She opened the welcome packet in front of it.Slid out the invitation.And with a pen, scratched out his name.She replaced it with on

Zurich smelled like snow and secrets.The last time Sophie had been in the city, she was sixteen — dressed in black, sulking through a Phoenix donor banquet Mary forced her to attend. That night, she’d sneaked away from the hotel, headphones in, found a riverside bookstore, and pretended for two hours that she was invisible.Now?Zurich didn’t offer invisibility.Only reckoning.Sophie and Alexander arrived quietly — no paparazzi, no red carpets, just sleek wheels over cobblestones and two passports handed to a concierge at a historic heritage suite facing Lake Zurich. The sky hung low, heavy with a storm that hadn’t quite decided whether it wanted to fall.Camellia and Rachel had insisted on coming. Sophie had declined.Zurich wasn’t for her team.It was for her ghosts.The moment they stepped into the suite, the front desk clerk handed Sophie a sealed envelope — thick parchment, no return address. The same cream color and distinct typewritten font as the one before.Alexander watched

In Geneva, Camellia and Alia huddled over Mary’s USB.They cracked a partition marked ASH using a string of birthdates and ciphered names Mary had left behind in an old recipe book.Inside was a single spreadsheet labeled:“List of compromised humanitarian officers, agency execs, and covert moles — DO NOT PUBLISH.”Names appeared.A UN deputy.Two media owners.An anonymous Phoenix board member.A current European ambassador.And… L. Harper.Alia gasped.“Lillian?”Camellia whispered, “She flipped.”“No. Mary thought she flipped. But this isn’t verified.”“She still included her.”Camellia bit her lip.“Then maybe it’s time we find out the truth.”At BelleTech headquarters, Anaïs Belle stood in a black silk blouse, watching Sophie’s broadcast through narrowed eyes.Her assistant hovered nervously.“She activated the Ledger.”“I can see that,” Anaïs snapped.Then, quietly:“She’s trying to corner me into transparency… but she forgets, I own the camera.”She turned.“Upload the fake file

Back at Phoenix HQ, Camellia stared at her screen as an unusual pattern popped up in the system logs.Rachel entered the room.“You’re still digging?”“There’s a double key signature on the Ash List upload,” Camellia murmured.“Which means?”“Someone triggered a shadow relay after Sophie activated the drop.”rachel leaned in.“From inside?”Camellia nodded. “Either someone accessed the Ash List at the same time—or they were waiting for it.”Rachel’s jaw tightened. “Then the mole isn’t just old.”“He’s current.”Alexander returned from a policy brunch alone. The car felt too quiet. The driver — unfamiliar.He sent a text to his security chief.“New rotation today?”No reply.The driver made a wrong turn.“Hey,” Alexander said, leaning forward. “This isn’t the route to the hotel.”The driver didn’t answer.Alexander reached for the emergency latch.The doors locked.Sophie gripped the flash card.“Why tell me now?”“Because the people Mary fought never disappeared. They just evolved.”“Y

Howard hadn’t shown his face in two weeks.Until Camellia created the bait.She sent an encrypted invite to a fictional Phoenix Oversight Council — complete with a fake security clearance protocol, a time-stamped location, and a list of “attendees,” including a forged signature from a recently deceased Phoenix advisor Howard trusted.She then had the invite routed through the last backdoor he used.It worked.At exactly 4:02 a.m., the invite was opened from a London IP address.Three hours later, Howard booked a flight to Geneva.Camellia turned to Rachel.“He’s coming.”Anaïs Belle leaned against the conference table at BelleTech headquarters, watching her team upload the “Mary Papers.”Fabricated memos. Emails removed from context. Spreadsheets filled with doctored figures.All meant to frame Sophie as an insider who had long known about Mary’s darkest actions — and supposedly used that knowledge to gain public sympathy and power.The campaign was titled:“#DaughterOfDeceit”It launc