All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 611 - Chapter 620

The throne room felt heavier than usual.Desmobd sat on his throne, one leg crossed over the other as he leaned slightly against the armrest of his throne, his fingers tapping slowly, against the carved wood.Before him, a line of trembling maids snd servants stood, their heads bowed, fear radiating off them in waves so strong it was almost visible.To their sides stood armored guards, unmoving and silent, their presence a reminder that no one here was free to leave.Desmond was not in a forgiving mood.“This is… disappointing,” he said at last, his voice calm but laced with irritation.Desmond leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping across the line of servants like a blade.“I find it very hard to believe that three men could infiltrate my estate, walk through my halls and not a single one of you saw anything” he continued slowly.A maid near the end of the line began to shake visibly, her hands trembling as she tried to hold herself together.Desmond noticed.“Look at you, alread

The silence in the throne room was suffocating. Every eye was fixed on the maid who had dared to raise her hand.She stood near the middle of the line, trembling, her fingers still half-lifted as if she might take the confession back if given the chance but it was too late.Desmond’s gaze locked onto her instantly.The other servants shifted uneasily, some glancing at her with a mixture of pity and relief that it wasn’t them.Eugene stood still, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were watching her carefully.Max’s jaw tightened slightly. Jack remained silent, though his posture had subtly shifted, ready for whatever would follow.The maid swallowed hard as her voice shook.“I… I have something to confess, my lord.”Desmond tilted his head slightly, studying her.“Speak.”The maid flinched instantly, her gaze snapping back to him.“I—I saw them,” she said quickly.A ripple moved through the room and Desmond’s lips curved slightly.“Go on.”Her hands trembled at her sides.“Last ni

Becca’s chest rose and fell with restrained fury as she stared at the guards standing firmly in her path, their expressions blank, their loyalty unmistakably aligned with Seraphina.Mira stood beside Becca, her posture rigid, her gaze sharp as she assessed the situation again, calculating, searching for any way through but there was none, not with the guards standing like an unbreakable wall.Becca exhaled slowly then her patience snapped.“I said move.”Her voice rang through the hallway, loud, commanding, no longer polite.The guards didn’t budge, not even slightly and Becca’s hands clenched at her sides.“I am not asking again,” she added, her tone sharper now, her authority unmistakable.Still, nothing happened.Behind them, Seraphina laughed. The sound alone was enough to send a ripple of anger through Becca’s chest.“Oh, Becca, you really haven’t realized it yet, have you?” Seraphina said, her voice laced with amusement.Becca’s gaze snapped to her.Seraphina took a slow step fo

Becca walked steadily, her posture composed, her chin slightly raised but beneath that calm exterior, her body still hummed with adrenaline.Mira walked beside her, occasionally glancing at her with something close to admiration.“I have to say, that was… impressive” Mira muttered under her breath.Becca exhaled softly.“I didn’t plan it,” she admitted.Mira smirked faintly.“Those are usually the best moments.”Becca didn’t respond immediately. Her mind was still racing, replaying everything.They had barely taken another turn down the hallway when footsteps approached from the opposite direction.Becca’s gaze lifted and then she saw Eugene and Max, both moving with urgency, their expressions serious, as if they were heading straight toward whatever chaos had erupted earlier.“Eugene,” Becca called.His head snapped up immediately.The moment his eyes landed on her, something in his expression softened.“Becca.”He closed the distance between them quickly, his gaze scanning her face

The silence did not break. It stretched tight and suffocating, wrapping itself around Seraphina’s throat like an invisible hand.Desmond didn’t move. He simply stood there, towering over her, his presence pressing down like a storm waiting to crush everything beneath it.Seraphina swallowed. For once words failed her and she hated that.“You’re overreacting,” she said finally, her voice steadier than she felt.Desmond didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on her then he spoke.“Am I?” he said, his words heavy with something that made her pulse stutter.Seraphina lifted her chin slightly.“Yes. I kept a piece of information from you. That doesn’t make me a traitor” she continued. Desmond’s lips curved but there was no humor in it.“Be careful,” he said.Seraphina forced a laugh.“Or what? You’ll remind me again that you’re a tyrant?” she challenged.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead he stepped closer.Close enough that she could feel the heat of his body, the weight