All Chapters of The Billionaire's Redemption Game : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

THEODOREAfter Madeline dashed out of the room, I turned my attention to the woman by my side. All I asked my bodyguard was to replace the video in Madeline's phone with another one that was three minutes before the original video. However, I was not aware of this incident. My blood boils with rage when I realize that my wife had undergone such humiliation at the hands of the French ambassador.Catalina bowed her head to hide her tears after being comforted by my sister-in-law. My skin prickled with guilt as I took in the scene. I should have been there when she needed me. I should have listened to her when she asked me not to throw the damn party, but I was too damn stubborn.At that moment, my grandmother cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. Silence descended in the room as we turned to her direction, waiting to see what she would say."Everyone," she started, her voice low and frail. "The reason I summoned you all is because I have something important to tell you."From

CATALINAI'm screwed.Those were the only thought I had after Theodore left. He looked so hurt, so pained and angry at me, and the worst part was that I couldn't even blame him. He had every right to be furious because not only did I violate the terms on the marriage contract, I only broke his trust. And his heart. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to suppress the despair in my heart. I had been calling him for a long time, but there was no response. That was bad. If there was anything I'd learned about my husband, it was never to let him think alone when he was angry. Giving him space was never a good idea, because all it did was help him formulate a cold, rational idea that could ruin everything we built. As I was trying to get in contact with his personal assistant, Martin, a hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder. I jerked at the touch, backing away until my sister-in-law's figure came into view. “¡Dios mío!” I gasped, holding my chest. “Chyna, what are you doing here? I though

THEODOREMy heart stopped beating the moment I got that call. Catalina had been kidnapped. Right in front of a boutique store and I had not been there to protect her. I gripped my phone tightly, pain and fear clouding my ability to think. “What do you mean she's been kidnapped? Have you called the police?”“They are still searching for them, but there has been no leads yet,” My younger brother, Conrad replied. “Damn it, what am I going to do, Theo? I just found a pregnancy test report among Chyna's things. I think she's carrying my baby.”My heart tightened at the news. With so much at stake, I couldn't afford to sit here and do nothing about this situation. I was going to have everyone in the goddamn city looking for them until they found no matter what. Failure was not an option. “I'll call you later,” I told him before cutting the call. After that, I punched in another number immediately and waited for the other person to pick. Once the call connected, I spoke first. “I need yo

CATALINA We barely managed to get away. Just drove a few miles before the gas in the car finally ran out. I kept my eyes on the road, looking for any sign of civilization as we drove but there was none. No gas station, no motels or even mall around. Damn, we were so fucking screwed. I turned off the engine before getting down from the car. My sister-in-law, who looked so pale and weak, watched me walk around the car to open the car door for her. “Catalina?” she called to me. “What's going on?”“Gas's finished,” I replied, trying to keep my voice calm and steady. “We are going to have to go the rest on foot. Do you think you can handle it?“My sister-in-law swallowed hard, her eyes wide with fear. I understood how taxing this must be for her, especially with her pregnancy. Hell, I was on the verge of losing my unconsciousness under the damn heat. We both haven't eaten or slept a damn wink for two days, so it was a bit taxing on us. But we had to move. Or else, our lives would be

THEODORE The family doctor examined her injuries, taking his time in the room full of people. He poked, prodded and even even ran a couple of test in the hospital room I'd prepared before she was rescued. After some time, he pulled back his stethoscope from her beating chest and stuffed it back into his medicine bag. It took every ounce of me to wait for him to finish his business and approach me. He gave his final diagnosis. “Mrs. Knight will be fine after she wakes up. All she needs is some rest and medicine for her injuries to recover but—” he hesitated slightly, peeking at me through his glasses. “—she has suffered a lot of terrible things which might trigger some post traumatic stress. Be patient with her until she can see a psychologist for evaluation.”I clenched and unclenched my fist, trying to process his words. When I saw her in the funeral, walking on her own two feet towards the coffin, I was so happy. Nothing could describe how I felt to see her breathing right in fro