All Chapters of The Billionaire's Redemption Game : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CATALINATwo days later...I woke up once again due to the loud ringing of my alarm. I groaned low in my throat, prying my heavy eyelids open as I rolled across the cool silk sheets to silence the device on the bedside table. Once silence returned to the room, I realized that the space beside me was still cold and untouched. Theodore didn't sleep here last night.That sour thought clung hard to my brain accompanying me as I rose up from bed. The heavy grey curtains, though drawn tightly shut, glowed faintly with the morning sun behind them. Unwilling to face the light so soon , I tried my best to navigate my way in the dimly lit bedroom until I reached my bathroom. An hour later, I was seated in front of my vanity table, drying my wet hair with a blow dryer. Although I tried my best to keep some disturbing thoughts from my mind, I found myself failing miserably. I was consumed with the desire to find out Theodore's current location. He had been missing since the night we returned t

CATALINAI knew I shouldn't have come. From the moment I stepped into the room, my heart increased when I saw the old lady lying on the bed, eyes shut tight. Panic gripped my heart when I saw this, so I instantly rushed forward to her side. Her hands were so cold to touch, and the pallid color of her skin made me almost made me faint. “Grandmother?” I called out tentatively. When there was no response, I grabbed her shoulders hard and shook her, desperation breaking through. “Grandmother, wake up!”Her body weakly fell against my grip, her body limp and unresponsive. Fear spiked in my chest until my breath came shallow and ragged. For a moment, I staggered back, my hands trembling.What should I do? Call Theodore first? Scream for help? I pushed my fingers into my hair as I deliberated what to do with the dead woman. The mere thought allowed my voice of reason to push through, telling me that it was a mere speculation. So I reached for her wrist and tried to take her pulse. It wa

CATALINAThe moment I stepped out of the car and walked into Knightstone Capitals, I was awestruck by the grandeur of the building. The glass walls and monotone colors complemented the pristine chandeliers that hung above. Men and women dressed in business suits strode back and forth with purpose, their sole purpose to make profits. I grabbed my bag nervously as I walked straight to the elevator that was meant to take me to the highest floor where Theodore's office was located. A few minutes later, I stepped out of the elevator to aHeart pounding loudly in my chest, I walked straight to the reception desk. A woman in her mid-thirties sat there, dressed in a sharp brown blazer. She had a tight high bun and a sour face that hid behind a large computer monitor. “Good day,” I greeted her with a polite smile. “I would like to speak to Mr. Knight, please.”The woman looked up from the computer screen, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. She didn't even bother to hide the suspicion in

CATALINAThe words struck me like a blade. My vision blurred as the photographs wavered in my grasp, each image an wielding an incredible amount of pain on the soul. “S-Sell him out?” I asked, my voice shaking with emotion. “Are you saying she sold him at birth?”Theodore nodded, his gaze boring at me. I let out a pained gasp before collapsing on my seat. All these years, Josephina had deceived me that she was keeping him in an orphanage, but in reality, she has sold him off a long time ago. How could she do this to me? What did I do to her to deserve such cruelty?Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring the edges of everything around me. “Where is he?” I choked out, desperation dripping from every word. “Have you found him?”“No, not yet.” His voice was steady, clipped, unrelenting. “But I doubt he’s gone far. The best course of action is to confront your stepmother directly.”My heart skipped a beat. “No, I don't want to see her.”Theodore leaned back in his chair, his postur

CATALINA When I finally returned to the Knight mansion, my emotions were already calm. After speaking with Madeline back in Theodore’s office, I couldn’t bring myself to come straight home. Instead, I let the chauffeur drive me aimlessly through the city streets, watching the buildings pass by. I thought a little fresh air would do me some good after the emotional confrontation I just had, but my mind just kept replaying the nasty event. I couldn't believe that Theodore had spoken to me in such manner, and the worse part was I let him go scot free. I had no idea what Rosalia had spoken to him about me, but the disdain in his eyes were so intense that I felt hurt by it. After our time in the Maldives, we were supposed to have grown closer but instead we were more further apart than ever before. My chauffeur was the one who suggested that I go shopping after he caught me crying. At first, I took up his offer because I figured it would be a good idea to take my mind off my problems.