All Chapters of Redeemed by the billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Back at their hotel, Camellia was scanning old Phoenix network logs when she noticed a delay ping. A two-second lag between an internal update and Ethan’s reaction timestamp.That shouldn’t have been possible — unless someone was feeding him real-time updates from inside Phoenix.She reran the server data.One IP — masked but oddly familiar — kept appearing at odd times: just before major media breaks, days before Ash Index updates.It was coming from a private relay… inside Geneva HQ.Later that evening, Sophie walked into the Crawford conference room.Ethan stood at the far end, alone.No lawyers. No partners.Just him.She sat across from him without removing her coat.Ethan leaned forward. “Still dressing like a chess piece, I see.”Sophie stared. “Still playing like a man who forgot he already lost.”He gave a dry smile. “You didn’t come to win. You came to wound.”“No,” she replied. “I came to make sure you die slow — reputationally, of course.”He chuckledSophie placed the seal

Back at Phoenix HQ, Camellia and Rachel greeted Sophie with tense faces.“She was right,” Camellia said. “Mary funded five more sites like that. None of them ever appeared in Phoenix audits. She protected them with dummy foundations.”“And now?” Sophie asked.“They’re safe,” Rachel said. “But they’ve all been exposed in the smear leaks.”Sophie turned toward the war room screen.“Then we protect them in daylight now.”That night, the Civilian Council met under emergency conditions.Tempers flared. Debates turned into accusations.One councilor — an education activist from India — slammed her screen in frustration.“If Mary was running black ops charity networks, what else don’t we know?”Another from Norway replied, “We’re not here to judge the dead. We’re here to build something better.”Sophie entered quietly and sat at the end of the virtual table.“I’m not here to defend Mary.”They fell silent.“I’m here to clean up what she never finished.”She dropped a digital proposal onto the

At 8:45 PM, Sophie returned to her Geneva suite.There was a knock at the door.She opened it to find a woman—late thirties, with olive skin and quiet, measured poise. She wore a navy coat and held an old leather briefcase.“My name is Liora Mary Cross-Burnett,” she said softly. “I believe we’re sisters (Cousins).”Sophie didn’t move.Liora continued, “I wasn’t just raised by her. I was trained by her. Everything you know about Mary… she prepared me for the part you wouldn’t accept.”She opened the briefcase.Inside were letters. Handwritten. Addressed to “Liora, my true continuity.”Sophie looked up, breath shallow.Liora met her eyes.“She said if you ever failed—if the world tried to break you—I was to finish the fire.”Sophie stood frozen as Liora placed Mary’s letters on the glass table.The briefcase clicked open with the weight of secrets.Inside, Sophie saw paper she instantly recognized—Mary’s writing. The looping “B” in Burnett. The short dashes she used instead of commas.S

At 4:22 PM, the first crack hit.A leaked video emerged — a fabricated exposé claiming Sophie manipulated Vault release dates to sway elections in key regions. The footage showed emails between Sophie and alleged Phoenix donors with phrases like:“Hold Kenya until the polls close.” “France’s press is ripe. Use the scandal week.”The footage spread like wildfire. Six million views in under two hours.Camellia immediately flagged the video.“It’s deepfaked. The data code is forged. This isn’t real.”But the damage was already happening:France’s parliament called for a motion of censure against SophieGermany froze its Phoenix tech partnershipThe EU ordered an emergency ethics probe into the VaultEven Phoenix’s partner states began asking for pause on accessSophie stood in her office, watching the numbers fall.“We’re losing trust again,” Rachel whispered.“No,” Sophie said quietly. “We’re losing time. That’s more dangerous.”That night, Sophie found herself on the cold tile floor o

Back in her suite, Camellia called Sophie.“I stopped the override — barely. But Delacourt has backdoor files on Phoenix’s early black-budget donors. He’s threatening to leak them during your speech unless you agree to reform under GGA terms.”“What does he want?”“He wants to run Phoenix — with GGA oversight.”Sophie stood in silence.“Let him try,” she finally said. “He won’t win.”Camellia paused. “There’s something else.”“What?”“One of the override files… was approved by Mary herself.”“You shouldn’t give that speech,” Alexander said that night.They stood on the hotel balcony, looking out at the glowing desert skyline.“They’ve planned this,” he continued. “To corner you. Humiliate you. Maybe worse.”“I know.”“Then why go?”“Because there’s one thing worse than being attacked onstage.”“What?”“Being silent offstage.”Alexander sighed. “You always have to carry it all.”She leaned her head against his shoulder.“No. Not always. Just now.”10:00 AM. The world watched.Livestre