All Chapters of Redeemed by the billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Later that night, Sophie stood by her window, staring at the storm clouds forming over the lake.Alexander approached from behind and slipped his arms around her waist.“I hate days like this,” she said.“The betrayal?”“The silence afterward.”He kissed her shoulder. “You handled it perfectly.”She shook her head. “I don’t want to be perfect. I want to be free.”He turned her gently to face him. “Then be both. For once, let yourself be.”Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, slow, deliberate. “Still here?”“Always.”She kissed him then — slow at first, then deeper, until his shirt was off, and her breath was hot against his throat.They moved toward the bed, still tangled in each other. No words.Just fire.When he pulled her close, it wasn’t to conquer — it was to witness.And when they moved together, it wasn’t escape.It was the truth.Sophie sat at the estate dining table, hair still damp from the shower, scrolling through her encrypted inbox.A new message had arrived from

That night, Camellia and Sophie met on the Phoenix rooftop garden.“I almost resigned today,” Camellia admitted.Sophie looked up at the stars. “Why didn’t you?”“Because I remembered what you told me once.”Sophie turned.“That the world doesn’t need more perfect leaders. It needs honest ones.”Sophie smiled faintly. “I meant that.”Camellia stepped closer. “This fight — it’s not just about Phoenix or Vault. It’s about whether truth can survive its enemies.”“It can,” Sophie said. “If we stop keeping it inside locked rooms.”Ethan stared at the folder on his desk labeled: “Vault Contingency – Persona Kill Switch”He opened it slowly.It contained lines of code designed to flood Sophie’s public profile with false confessions, emotional instability tags, and AI-forged messages appearing to come from her.“Are we really doing this?” Belinda asked.Ethan’s eyes were cold.“She wants exposure. Let’s show her what naked really feels like.”He connected a flash drive and began uploading.In

The next morning, the global media descended on Geneva.Sophie’s public release of the original Firelight archive had set off a digital earthquake. Analysts confirmed the files were real, clean, and predated all Tribunal modifications. Experts were already finding traces of tampering done by Belinda’s labs under Project Echo Rewind — data planted to frame Sophie as emotionally unstable.Councilor Vega slammed the Tribunal’s oak desk with his fist.“She released proof, Davoren.”Councilor Lian added, “You railroaded her. And you let Crawford’s influence poison our vote.”Davoren stayed still, his face tight.“We followed protocol.”“You followed a script,” Lian snapped. “Written by men afraid of a woman who wouldn’t kneel.”Vega threw down a folder. “Effective immediately, I’m requesting a reversal of Sophie Burnett’s suspension.”Another councilor stood. “Seconded.”The vote had only just begun.And Davoren’s hold was cracking.Camellia received the invitation by encrypted text. It le

Sophie hadn’t left the estate in five days.Not because she couldn’t — the gates were open, the reporters had stopped camping outside, and Phoenix HQ was sending regular status updates. But for the first time in months, she needed silence. Not strategy. Not war.Just silence.She stood barefoot in the greenhouse, hands brushing over a row of violets. Sunlight painted her skin golden through the glass ceiling. For the first time in what felt like years, the air didn’t feel heavy.Rachel entered, carrying a small teacup.“You’ll kill those flowers with how hard you’re thinking,” she said gently.Sophie smirked. “They’ve survived worse. Like me.”Rachel placed the tea down beside her. “That’s the thing about violets. They look delicate. But they grow back, even after fire.”Sophie said nothing.But she kept touching the petals.Every major network broadcasted the moment: Belinda walking out of a Zurich safehouse, flanked by three international enforcement agents. Her hands were cuffed, h

The cabin rested at the edge of an olive grove, nestled between low hills and the soft hush of wind through trees. No cameras. No meetings. No voiceovers.Sophie stood barefoot on the stone patio, arms wrapped around her torso. A mug of warm tea steamed in her hands. She wore no makeup. Her curls were loose. The horizon burned gold with morning.Alexander stepped out behind her, pulling a blanket over her shoulders.“You didn’t sleep,” he murmured.“I didn’t want to waste the quiet,” she said.They stood like that for a long time, neither speaking.Finally, she looked up at him.“Do you believe in healing?”“I believe in time,” he said. “And in people who don’t run.”Back in Phoenix HQ, Camellia stood at the front of the executive war room. Everyone was watching her — legal leads, tech teams, public policy liaisons.She tapped the glass screen.“This is the map of known rogue remnants. We’ve neutralized 91%. The last 9% are clustered in unmonitored territories.”One hand raised. “Is S