Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed In Love: Redeemed By The Billionaire CEO: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

(Rayner)I watch Amara disappear out of the room.The door closes behind her just as Isha’s voice cuts through the silence.“Well? Do you mind explaining what that was all about?”I turn slowly, a short laugh escaping me as I walk back toward my seat.“You find this funny?” she presses, her voice rising. “Imagine if it was someone else who walked in. Imagine if it was anyone other than me.”Her tone lowers, turning sharp.“Imagine if it was Mom.”My jaw tightens before I can stop it.Isha steps closer to my desk. “Well, I don’t need to remind you what would have happened.”“Isha…” I lock my fingers together. “You’re misunderstanding everything. It’s not what you think.”“Really?” she cuts in. “That’s hard to believe. Considering how close you both were.”I press my fingers to my temples.“There’s nothing I can say right now that will change your mind. But trust me. It’s not what you think.”“Good,” she replies coldly. “Because she’s not of your class. She should remain a PA. Nothing m

(Amara)“What… what are you doing here?”The question slips out before I can stop it. My voice sounds smaller than I want it to, edged with something between shock and accusation.Selina smiles. Subtle. Polished. As if she doesn’t understand the weight behind my words. As if she hasn’t just walked straight into the center of my carefully managed life.“You two know each other?” Rayner’s voice cuts through the tension, sharp enough to make me flinch.“Ye… I mean no.” I turn quickly to him. My pulse is already racing. “It wasn’t in your schedule for today that you’d be meeting someone.” I try to steady my tone, to make it sound professional. Calm. Controlled.“Well, that’s because she’s my guest. A private one.”A guest.The word echoes in my head like a warning bell.How do they know each other? How far does this connection go?“You don’t have to worry, this won’t affect my other schedule for the day,” Rayner says, offering reassurance.As if that’s what I’m worried about.Her presence

(Amara)“I… I can’t do this.”The words barely make it out before I turn and walk away. No, not walk. I rush. My steps quicken until I am almost running down the hallway.“Amara!” Felix calls after me.I don’t look back.My hand is still clamped over my mouth as if I am trying to physically hold in the weakness that almost consumed me. My heart pounds so hard it feels like it is chasing me.I almost let him kiss me.The realization hits again and I shake my head sharply, as if the motion could erase the memory.What were you about to do, Amara?Kiss the man who cheated on you without remorse? The man who did not fight for you, who chose another woman and let you drown in pain alone?My breathing turns uneven. Heat creeps up my neck and settles in my cheeks. By the time I reach my office, my legs feel unsteady. I close the door quickly behind me and drop into my chair in one swift motion, exhaling deeply.But the air does not calm me.My thoughts betray me.They shift.To Rayner.To th

(Amara)I walk through the hallway, the chandelier lights casting a soft glow over my dress as I step inside.It is Sir Rayner’s grandfather’s eightieth birthday. And of course, I am here because Rayner insisted. Even after I clearly told him I did not want to come.The living room is massive, overflowing with wealth and polished smiles. Crystal glasses clink. Soft laughter floats through the air. Everyone is dressed in perfection. Everyone is behaving perfectly.The sight of it pulls me backward in time.Our house used to look like this during parties. Grand, loud, glittering with influence. I used to hide upstairs whenever my parents hosted their social circles. I hated the way they smiled for cameras, for status, for appearances. There was never warmth behind those smiles. Only performance.I remember standing at the top of the staircase once, watching them laugh like strangers pretending to be friends.And now, standing here, I see it again.The same stretched smiles. The same reh

(Rayner)I watch Amara walk away.A faint unease settles in my chest as she disappears into the crowd. I hope she’s okay.“Now if you’ll excuse us,” Frednard says to my granddad. “We need to greet some old friends too.”“Ah, yes of course.” My grandpa nods, gesturing politely toward them.As the Roosevelts walk away, I catch the subtle tension between them and my parents. It has always been like that. Even years ago when we came down to the States and had been invited for their daughter’s sixteenth birthday. My mother had not wanted to go. We attended only because my grandfather insisted the whole family appear together.“Excuse me,” my mother says suddenly.She is already staring at her phone as though expecting an important call. Without waiting for anyone to respond, she walks away.“I’m sure you’d want to know who Mom invited tonight.” Isha’s excited voice cuts through my thoughts as her hand slides through my arm. “She—”“There will be no need for that.”I cut her off.I have no