Semua Bab The Billionaire's Redemption Game : Bab 41 - Bab 50

CATALINAWhat the hell was I doing, letting him into my hotel room like this?That was the only thought I had, watching Theodore unpack in the room. He had no business here in the Maldives, yet he managed to occupy every part of my life in less than four hours. I still wasn't happy he had cut my fun night so abruptly, but his timely intervention saved me from making a costly mistake. If I had known his younger brother, Conrad had been hiding here all along, I would have never set foot in this island. “Are we going to tell Chyna about Conrad?” I finally asked, my voice piercing through the thick silence between us. “She's going to freak out if she finds out.”Theodore set his laptop on the bed with a muted thump, his fingers brushing over the polished surface before zipping his bag with clean, controlled movements. “That’s why I asked him to go home first,” he said, still not looking at me.Great. He wasn’t even bothering to fake eye contact now.I simply hummed in acknowledgement af

CATALINAAn hour later, I found myself in the hotel’s garden, seated beside Theodore on a cushioned loveseat beneath the dappled shade of palm fronds where the interview was taking place. It was more than I had prepared for, the sight of camera equipments and staff running back and forth to set up the incoming interview. The journalist sat across us, legs crossed as she let the make-up artist work her magic. In my case, a woman painted my manicured nails with a peach pink color, the shade perfectly mirroring the faint blush in my cheeks and contrasting against my sage-green dress. Theodore had also changed into a suit with the similar color, his hair styled in a wet and tousled fashion. The lighting caught on the clean lines of his high cheekbones and the sharp bridge of his nose, emphasizing a face sculpted with almost unfair precision.After a few minutes, the journalist gave one final, satisfied glance in the mirror before she waved her makeup artist away. Her gaze flicked brief

CATALINAFor a moment, I thought he was going to close the elevator. Personally, I despised against men who didn't know how to treat a woman right, but now, I would’ve gladly taken a little rudeness over what happened next.Instead, Theodore’s finger slid over the panel, pressing the button that froze the elevator in place. Without a word, he stepped out, the polished leather of his shoes clicking against the marble floor. The woman’s face lit with relief the moment she realized he wasn’t leaving her behind, and she quickened her pace toward him.Bitterness filled my mouth as I stared at his back, watching him leave me for another woman. Oh no, he didn't. My husband pushed his hands into his pocket when she stopped in front of him. “Is there something you want to speak to me about, Miss Miller?” The woman drew in quick, shallow breaths, her chest rising and falling as though she’d chased him for miles. After a minute, she smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I just wanted to

CATALINATheodore and I returned back to our hotel room after we searched Chyna's room for any possible clues to her whereabouts. At the same time, Theodore also decided to call the hotel manager to ask if she had checked out. Instead, the hotel manager rushed to us personally to give us a response. He wiped his forehead with a white handkerchief before reporting to us. “Yes, I just confirmed that she indeed checked out this morning. However, the staff said she was with a man.”I frowned when I heard his words. “A man?”“Yes, Mrs. Knight,” he confirmed, bringing out a phone from his left breast pocket. “The security footages also show that she left with a man this morning. That's why I decided to come and talk to you.”Theodore collected the phone he offered to us. When I saw the picture on the screen, my heart suddenly went cold. The hotel manager must have noticed our expressions because he stopped shifting his weight from one foot to another. “If I may ask, do you two know this p

CATALINAThe first thought that occured in my mind was a murderous one. The sight before me dragged me back to a memory I had tried for years to bury, one that began when I was only thirteen.My stepmother was the first person I met when I stepped into the house. She was smoking while watching her favorite soap opera. Her eyes left the television for a brief moment when she heard the door close. She glanced at me before she pulled out the cigarette from her lips. “Oh, you're finally back?” she asked nonchalantly. Her long, thin fingers stuffed out the cigarette on the ash tray before she stood up. “I thought you had finally decided to leave home since you took so long to return.”I didn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my body too tired. Instead, my eyes drifted around the house instinctively, searching for the one person I desperately needed to find. At this hour, my father was usually home, his face buried in a newspaper or stretched out while a maid massaged his shoulders. But w