All Chapters of The Arrogant Billionaire's Redemption: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Tina's POV The door clicked shut behind me, and I let out a long breath of relief as the weight of embarrassment finally began to lift. My cheeks still burned faintly, but I forced myself to turn toward Ajax with a stern look. He, however, was already bounding toward the bathroom, a mischievous glint in his eyes as if he could simply escape the moment with a shower. “Come here,” I called out, but he shook his head quickly, his tiny legs carrying him faster. He was still fully clothed, not even close to being ready for a bath, when I caught him mid-stride. “Ahhhhh!” His shriek rang out as his little feet kicked in the air, his body suspended while I carried him back toward the sofa. “No, Ajax. Let’s have a serious conversation.” I set him down, my voice firm but not unkind. He only looked back at me with that smug little smile of his, the one that made it impossible to stay angry for long. “I wanted to get you a husband,” he pouted, lower lip trembling in exaggerated sorrow.

What was it about this man? What was it about Simon and his uncanny ability to twist me up inside, to set my nerves ablaze with the smallest flick of his tongue, the faintest arch of his brow, the most careless utterance of words? He didn’t even have to try. A sentence from him and my insides coiled into rage, my skin itched with the need to lash out. I bristled at his words, punching the air with my fists as if wringing the neck of someone invisible. My movements were jerky, frustrated, ridiculous, but I couldn’t stop myself. “So he was capable of acknowledging that fact,” I muttered bitterly under my breath, rising from the chair in his office with a sharp push of my palms against the armrests. I paced across the expanse of the room, my words spilling out in huffs. “I thought he treated our past with no more than a cold shoulder. I thought he preferred to act like it never happened. But no—he could look at me with that same calm detachment and acknowledge I was once a part of SM,

Simon's POV Weekend had me staring through the clear glass window of my hotel room, my eyes fixed on the homey restaurant across the street. The place looked ordinary enough, yet my thoughts twisted into familiar patterns, tugging me toward memories I fought so hard to bury. Grey eyes lingered at the edges of my mind—Tina’s eyes—sharpened by memory, dulled by my denial. I shoved the thought back forcefully, the way I always did. It had happened too many times: Tina intruding upon my mind, me pushing her away like she was some unwelcome guest. And yet, she remained. My vision shifted to something closer, something more tangible. The dull glint caught even in brilliant sunlight revealed the truth: it wasn’t high quality. A cheap piece of silver, its surface muted instead of radiant. I dangled it from my index finger, watching the silver teardrop necklace swing lazily, rolling it into my palm and letting it fall again, a pendulum of thoughts I couldn’t control. The metallic rustle as

Tina's POV We all alighted at the bus stop, and Ajax—cream buns clutched proudly in his small hands—immediately darted forward. He ran straight to Lisa, Bella’s daughter, and threw his arms around her in a spontaneous hug. Without hesitation, he split his buns into two and handed her one half, smiling as though generosity was second nature. “That’s my son,” I thought, warmth blooming through me. Pride curled in my chest at the simple, unprompted kindness. I had only bought the snack earlier to appease his endless hunger complaints on the way to the restaurant, yet now, watching him share it, I realized it had turned into something more. I greeted Bella with a hug of my own, and she gave me a knowing look before sliding her gaze toward Adam at my back. A sly wink followed, and I rolled my eyes instantly, unwilling to dignify her teasing with more than a sigh. Ajax and Lisa were already strolling hand in hand toward the restaurant, leaving me to introduce Adam. “So you’re the guy t

Adam was already leaning toward me the moment I slid into the seat beside him, his face bright with impatience. “So how did it go?” he asked, words spilling out before I even settled. I drew in a deep breath, letting it out slow, as if I were setting the stage. “I would call it…” My pause was deliberate, dragging out the anticipation like a performer savoring the moment. Adam’s brows rose. He leaned forward. “A tremendous victory,” I finished, letting the declaration hang in the air before punctuating it with a small laugh and an exaggerated bow to the side. His laughter exploded, loud and unrestrained, the kind of laugh that had no business in an office full of overworked employees. Several coworkers shot us irritated looks, one particularly sharp glare landing squarely on me. I met it head-on, holding her gaze with the same stillness I’d once practiced under Simon’s suffocating stare. Her eyes flickered. Her glare faltered. And eventually—deliciously—her face shifted into an ex