All Chapters of The Billionaire's Redemption Game : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CATALINA“You set me up!” I yelled, watching my stepmother lean on the sofa, smug and unbothered. Josephina snuck into my room exactly ten minutes after I argued with my father, and I was stupid to let her in. Because it seemed she wasn't here to explain shit to me. “Why didn't you tell me Rosalia was pregnant?” I asked, trying to keep my anger from my voice. “You know I would have never agreed to sleep with Ricardo if I knew about her baby.”“That's why I didn't fucking tell you. We both know my daughter deserves better than that worthless man.” My stepmother replied unrepentantly. For a woman in her mid-fifties, Josephina was nothing but the true definition of a MILF. With her caramel honey eyes and waist-length honey hair, she had done everything she could to stay young, even if it meant more frequent appointments with her ’plastic surgeon.’I resisted the urge to strangle her and placed my hands on my hips instead. “I have fulfilled my part of the deal, so now it's your turn. T

CATALINAIf I thought I could handle this job before, that confidence immediately disappeared when I stepped into the Knight family. The mansion was freaking lit. From the crystal chandeliers to the expensive red rugs, the place looked like it had stepped out of a freaking fairy tale. I could barely contain the awe in my eyes when we reached the dining table. Up to now, everyone had done a good job pretending they never saw us messing around in the car like a pair of horny rabbits. For some unknown reason, I wanted to do a very good job for Theodore, and that meant convincing them that we were truly dating. And they seemed very convinced. A small wince escaped my lips when Theodore maneuvered me to a seat next to his. He seemed quite tense since the little car situation, but that didn't bother me at all.Okay, maybe a little bit. He kept throwing glances at the pretty little brunette, whom I assumed to be Madelyn. She was the only one who hadn't even spared me a glance since I w

THEODORE Two hours after Catalina stormed out of the house, my grandmother called me to her room for another private talk. I could hear the low whispers amongst the maids in the house, but it seemed nothing could outclass my mother's silent, judgmental glare. She looked at me like I was my father, cheating on her for the first time with his secretary. I still remember the day she screamed the entire house into submission, vowing to expose his infidelity to the press until my grandmother intervened.I sighed when I saw her comforting Madelyn in a corner, knowing this was going to be a long, uphill battle. She was not going to rest until my marriage with Catalina was annulled, and my instincts told me that was highly unlikely to happen. Pushing open the door, I found my grandmother sitting on a lounge chair near the balcony, with a newspaper in her hand. The morning sun's rays streaked right into the open space, illuminating the entire room, but the sunglasses she wore helped her end

CATALINAOnce it was half past seven 'o'clock, a maid knocked on my door to inform me of the arrival of the ride they had sent to pick me up. I whispered some words to dismiss her before returning to my business, not willing to be rushed with my makeup.But then, Rosalia appeared again. She stood at the door, wearing a red dress that accentuated her lipstick. She stood at the door, glaring at me through the full-length mirror in front of us. “Are you going to leave already, or are you planning on letting the entire street know you are screwing a billionaire?” She scowled, folding her arms. I stilled at the icy tone, my brush hovering mid-air. Rosalia's anger towards me still hadn't faded since the day she caught me in bed with her fiancé, but this was something different. Something darker. I began spreading blush on my cheeks. “What's wrong, hon? Are you having a hard time with child support already?”“Fuck you, Catalina,” Rosalia spat angrily. Her hands curled into fists as she

CATALINAWhen we finally left the restaurant, Theodore took me to a high-rise apartment in the heart of the city. I had no idea how we managed to enter the living room, only aware of the fact that I was going insane from the madness of our make-out session. He claimed my mouth for a searing kiss, his mouth moving over mine with a hunger that left no room for me to doubt his desire. I felt his tongue intrude into my mouth with ease, gliding over mine in a sensual dance that made my head spin. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” Theodore groaned. His hands pulled up the hem of my dress up to my thigh, exploring and caressing the skin there with a rough, possessive touch. The scent of his cologne clung to the air, intoxicating and heady, mixing with the taste of his mouth to ignite a slow-burning heat between my legs. A soft mewl escaped me as I pressed myself closer, aching for more.Then, just as suddenly, he pulled away. He stepped back to admire me, circling like a panther, deliberate and