All Chapters of His Redemption : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Michael’s POV I walked along the highway, my thoughts clouded by her. That night with Diana kept replaying in my head, every moment of it. It’s funny to say for over twelve years since mom left us, sleep became something that vanished like it’s was never there. And when I did sleep, it only dragged me back to that trauma—the trauma of being left on a cold street with my twin sister, begging our mom not to leave us. But she did. She left us with nothing but dust and our father, who’d had a stroke and was fighting for his life in the hospital. I shut my eyes, not wanting to go too deep into how it all started—how I fought to survive for Sia, how my father came out of the stroke, got back on his feet, and became a top trillionaire, feared and respected by everyone. He made a promise to hand his throne down to me. I’d proven myself as his heir. Sia declined the idea of taking over, but I wanted it. If I reached the same level as my father, it would be easier to find that godforsa

– Diana’s POV It was 9:42 pm, and I couldn’t stop blushing every few seconds as I bit into my hot dog. I’m dating Micheal?, ahh can’t believe this. ‘His still a players’. My head screamed, I could literally feel it narrowing its eyes at me. I shrugged it off, the excitement in me refusing to listen. Sia and I have talked through what happened and she softly smiled implying she’s happy so far am happy. She didn’t pushed further. And the students hasn’t stop buzzing around me with questions. ‘How did you do it. Stealing him away from Vanessa?’. ‘It’s just been six months since she came and she gotten him wrapped around his fingers’. ‘Hope she isn’t gonna be dumped soon like the rest’. But each time I glanced back at Michael, every other thing disappeared. “Someone seems happy,” Mom said, staring at my glowing face. Ever since I got back from school, I hadn’t been myself. I was either dancing around the house, humming songs, spacing out, or blushing. I bet she was wonderin

Micheal POV I stood quiet for a while, processing her words like a bombshell. Telling her mom about us?. Wasn’t that too early. It’s hadn’t even been a week since the whole thing happened, and the news has already reached her mom. This reminded me of Vanessa, too familiar to desperate. She introduced me to her longtime divorced parents, even before I had an idea of it. To her it’s felt particularly perfect, a dove-tales love willing to subdue to a long lasting relationship. How pathetic. Staring down at the hesitate girl before me, the thought of saying no was at the tip of my tongue. Just few seconds away to reject and maybe make up an excuse. "You told your mom about us?" I asked, my voice tinged with surprise. Diana nodded quickly, her eyes wide with anticipation. "And she wants to see me?" I asked again, gaining another nod. "So that's what troubles you? Were you afraid I'd say no?" She replied with a nod, her face filled with uncertainty. This got me chuckling, drawing

Diana’s POV “Sia, I’m sorry. Please wait up.” I sprinted after Sia, apologizing the whole way, my footsteps quick, Sia stopped, spun around with a glare, and stalked toward me. Her words came out sharp and angry. “So now you’re changing your seat?” she snapped, voice low and venomous. “Michael forced me to sit next to him,” I explained, frustration and desperation spilling into my voice. “I tried to come back to you, but he stopped me. And when I finally got the chance, the professor threatened me with detention.” Sia let out a heavy sigh, her gaze piercing me before she turned and headed toward the cafeteria. I hurried after her. “Have you forgiven me?” I asked, hope lacing my voice. “I’ll think about it,” she replied curtly, cold and distant. “So when should I expect it?” I called out, anxiety creeping in. “No idea,” she shot back, her voice echoing down the hallway before she disappeared into the cafeteria. I was left standing alone, uncertainty written all

Diana’s POV “And if I say no?” “I won’t promise anything.” Was he seriously going to end this? My heart tightened at the thought of us breaking apart. A hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. I came face to face with Sia’s furious, concerned face. “Seriously, I’ve been yelling your name for ages. You didn’t even turn around,” Sia said, worry lacing her voice. I looked away, then back, and kept walking, slower now. I tried hard to hide my tears, but it was impossible. Sia’s eyes widened—she could tell my head was somewhere else. She grabbed my shoulder again, and I stopped. My face was streaked with tears. Sia asked gently, “What did he say?” Referring to Michael. That he threatened to end this if I didn’t distance myself from my best friend. I wanted to answer, but I kept my mouth sealed. I’d spoken so badly to Bryan; he might have been hurt by it. I wiped my tears, my voice barely above a whisper. “He didn’t say anything.” “Then why are you cry