The Billionaire's Redemption Game のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

CATALINA“You're Liam's son?” I repeated, my brows pulling up in quiet disbelief.At that moment, it was impossible to hide on my face. Despite my constant reminders about my need to know everything about this family, it seemed that Theodore had omitted an important part about it. A breathing human being. A child. The boy nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on me with more maturity than I expected from someone his age. There was a stillness in him that unsettled me, as if he had learned too early how to read people.How old was he, I wondered. Seven? Eight? As much as I was stuck admiring him, a thought suddenly drifted into my mind. If his father was on a mission, then who was taking care of him? Victoria? Madeline?Dear God, please let it not be Madeline. “I'm not lying,” Evan suddenly spoke, his young voice snapping me out of my deep thoughts. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt as his green eyes found mine. “I swear I will prove it to you, but could you please not tell on me?”I ch

CATALINA “Dorothy, I really think it's time you left the kitchen duties to Chyna,” Victoria commented, elegantly dabbing the corner of her lips after taking only two bites of her breakfast. “And you, Henrietta, what were you doing when she was cooking this disaster?”I suppressed the urge to laugh when I saw Dorothy's expression. Her face was drained of color as she struggled to form an explanation, but nothing came out of her lips. She glanced at Henrietta for help, but my mother-in-law seemed too preoccupied to respond. She was busy glaring at me. Victoria must have caught her looking at me because she suddenly shifted her gaze to me. “In fact, I remember asking Catalina to make me her Mexican dish this morning. What happened?”The room fell into silence as everyone's eyes rested on me. I could feel the desperation underneath their gaze, their silent plea asking me to come up with some kind of excuse to explain this difficult problem. Did they really expect me to help them?I lo

CATALINAAh, life was good. I stared through my glass window in my balcony, taking in the magnificent sight before me. The Maldivian seas were stretched before me, the moon glinting off the water in scattered, trembling lines. Behind me, Chyna laid on the lounge chair, her body draped with a loose bathrobe as she scrolled through her phone with a concerned expression. I rolled my eyes and turned away. Poor girl, she must have forgotten how to enjoy herself. From the moment we arrived at the Maldives, we had indulged ourselves with luxurious beauty treatment to get rid of our stress and hardships. I guess it was truly effective since it managed to silence my sister-in-law's pleaful requests to return home. Then we finally got hungry and ordered a full course banquet with champagne served at the side. After the day's soothing activities, I finally felt unburdened and free for the first time since I joined the Knight family. Not that I blamed Theodore for the stress I had undergone,

CATALINAAt 10pm, Chyna and I finally reached our destination. The car rolled to a stop outside the nightclub, the entrance filled with neon lights that flickered across the pavement. The driver stepped out first to open the door for us, his stark black unform gleaming under the colored lights. His entire figure drew the attention of a few curious people standing at the entrance. I murmured a thanks as I took his hand. “We will be back by 12pm, so please make sure you return on time.”“Yes, Ma'am,” he nodded before returning to the car. After the car left, I breathed in the fresh air tainted with cigarette smoke and drugs. Back home, there were even more wilder parties I used to go to, but I tried my best to find a fairly mild one so Chyna wouldn't be too scared by the choas. Once we stepped inside, we were immediately greeted by the sight of people cheering loudly at the DJ who had just opened a bottle of champagne which sprayed all over the DJ controller, landing on the floor. Th

THEODORE The ride back to the hotel was completely filled with silence. Although I was partially glad to see the fear and concern in the ladies' eyes, it was a really bad time to leave me with my thoughts because I kept replaying the scene from the nightclub in my head. The fact that Catalina kept fiddling with her short silver dress didn't help either. The way she kept tugging down the hem of the dress drew my attention to how dangerously short it was. The possibility that every man in that night club had seen those gorgeous legs and perfect curves made me want to entertain very dark thoughts. Catalina believed I was a prude businessman, the kind that never got his hands dirty by dabbling in illegal dealings. She was wrong. There was a time in my life when I had no choice but to step into the shadows to revive the Knight family in the corporate world. I just made sure I got out early. As the only hope of the Knight family, I did everything I could to make sure our name was kept