All Chapters of The Billionaire's Redemption Game : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CATALINAMadeline's complexion drained of color when she heard my words. "Who told you this-""How I know is not the problem, Madeline," I smirked, relishing the feeling of having the upper hand in this situation. At first, I wasn't sure I could trust Mateo when he sent me this information, but it seemed to be true. "Imagine what would happen if the rest of the Knight family discovered your secret? You will lose Henrietta's support and your engagement."Contrary to my expectations, Madeline remained unfazed by my threats. "Do you think I care about that?" she laughed humorlessly. "If it were that easy to get rid of me, then Victoria would have suceeded a long time ago.""You're right, "I conceded, nodding slowly as I deliberately closed the distance between us. The air thickened with tension. "But we both know things would change if Theodore were involved."Checkmate. From the moment I caught a slight tremor on her right hand, I knew I had her. Madeline still cared about my husband, a

CATALINA After my trip to the tailor's shop, I decided it was best not to give in to the blackmailer's demands for now. I had no idea the reasons for asking such a large sum of money, but I instinctively knew that leaving such money trail would not be good for me. But that didn't stop it from disturbing me throughout the day. Theodore's chauffeur peeked a glance at me from the review mirror before he diverted his attention back to the road. “Ma'am, you seem unhappy today,” he said, his tone light and respectful. “May I suggest you go to the department store Master told you to check out?”I glanced at the middle-aged driver, processing his words slowly. Theodore had indeed mentioned that he has recently invested in a large jewelry store, and he wanted me to assess the place. At first, I thought he was just trying to entertain me, but right now, it seemed like a fun thing to do. “Do you know the location?“ I asked, curious to see the place. The driver met my gaze for a brief second

CATALINADaphne's eyes widened after she heard my words. “K-Kleptomaniac?” she stammered. “What the hell are you talking about?”I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Do you think I wouldn't notice the other stuff in your bag? The sapphire necklace isn't the only thing you took, is it?”Daphne stiffened. Her reaction confirmed the suspicions in my mind when I saw some other jeweleries in her bag. From the confidence in her demeanour to her sharp hiding skills, everything told me this was not her first time doing this. Before she could speak again, Madeline suddenly spoke. “If we give you the apology you want, promise me that none of this would be leaked out.”“Deal.”Madeline relaxed subtly, leaning against the couch and crossing her legs with grace. “Then you can bring the employee in.”“Cousin!” Daphne cried. “You can't be serious, right? You really want me to say sorry to that lowly saleswoman?”Madeline tightened her grip on her purse. “Does it look like we have a choice?” she gritt

CATALINAMy heart skipped a beat as I rose from my seat to meet him. All this time, I had been careful in all my dealings with the city's elite because I didn't want to hurt Theodore or his family's reputation. Now that I have finally given in to my impulse to save that saleswoman, things have gone south immediately."What's going on?" I questioned, reaching for his hand as soon as he approached me. "Is there something wrong?"Theodore parted his lips to speak, but the words quickly died in his mouth when he saw Madeline. His expression got colder after taking a glance at her, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me along while changing direction."Theo-" Madeline tried to call out to him, but it was too late. My eyes shifted from him to Chyna, who was watching us with a concerned expression. Her child seemed excited to see his uncle, yet she refused to let him descend from her lap. I mouthed an apology before my husband dragged me up the stairs and into our bedroom.Once the door click

THEODORE Two days had passed since I asked Madeline to help host my welcoming party for the French ambassador. She kept updating me about the preparations via text messages, so I kindly asked her to do whatever she wanted as long as the guests were pleased at the end. She didn't seem too happy about it, but at least she respected my wishes. On the other hand, I spent my days carefully avoiding my wife since I didn't want to witness her reaction once she found out that I'd given the task to Madeline. A part of me wanted her to find out so that I could finally stop tormenting myself with the scenarios I had formed in my head, but I couldn't confess the truth. So I woke up early in the mornings and returned late in the night when I was sure she was asleep. There were some times when she would stay awake all night, I would manage to dodge her, thanks to my sister-in-law's warnings. “I'm not doing this for your sake,” Chyna told me, her voice filled with disapproval. “I just don't want