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

To hell with trying to comfort him, I thought, as sudden anger clawed through my insides. It was shocking, almost dizzying, the way my emotions turned on their head. One moment I had been wistful, soft even, my thoughts dragging me toward the painful similarity between him and Ajax—the way they both carried that quiet need in their eyes when they wanted something badly. The next moment, rage consumed me, burning away any residue of tenderness. What gave him the right? What gave him the damn right to look at me with puppy eyes, eyes that mirrored Ajax’s, as if they were some secret key to my forgiveness? He had just put me through hours of torture—canceling appointments that had been arranged months ago, brushing off my protests like I was nothing more than background noise. “What the hell is unclear your schedule? Does that even make sense?” I snapped, spitting out the words before I could rein them in. He looked at me for a long moment, still wearing that beaten, wounded look, bef

Annoyance bloomed in my chest as I watched her make call after call, not looking once in my direction. It was as though I had ceased to exist. The subtle noises I made—settling into my chair, clearing my throat just loud enough to be noticed—had no effect on her. Her gaze never once flicked in my direction after she claimed that armchair across from me. For someone who constantly referred to these calls as gruesome torture, she seemed to fit right into the task. The ease in her voice, the way she leaned into each exchange as if she actually enjoyed it, grated against the tension tightening in my chest. Her cheerful greetings—one for every manager, every secretary, every faceless executive—poured into the room like sunlight through blinds I hadn’t asked to be opened. And yet, inside me, clouds gathered. How can she look so unbothered when my heart is doing a million backflips in my chest? How can she sound so thrilled when sadness has sunk its roots into me so firmly I can barely br

Tina's POV Our pact held fast—more or less—and I found it was getting easier, day by day, to ignore the feelings that had once threatened to swell in my chest. Or perhaps it wasn’t ease at all but numbness, a dulling of what had been too sharp to bear. The days passed in silence, broken only by the mechanical exchanges that my role required. “Your meeting is at two.” “Would you prefer the Italian restaurant or the French one for dinner?” “Shall I fetch lunch for you?” Those were the only words I allowed to exist between us. A secretarial shield. Clean. Professional. Perfectly devoid of anything human. I carried out my duties to perfection—scheduling, reminding, arranging—keeping Simon’s days ordered and his comfort ensured. If he noticed the way my voice had grown clipped, or how my eyes no longer lingered on his face, he didn’t comment. He returned my silence with his own, his expression a mask that matched mine. No mention of Sarah. No mention of what had been said. No refere

Tina's POV The remote was still warm in my hands when I clicked the TV off, a smile tugging at my lips. I didn’t miss the parting grin Adam threw my way as he trudged out of Simon’s office, accompanied by a playful wave. I waved back, my heart prickling with regret for not having caught up with him these past few days. At least he waved happily, I thought, hoping he understood my scarceness hadn’t been personal. It’s kind of hard to interact with coworkers when I’m preoccupied with Simon, I admitted silently, my smile faltering. “Why are you standing there, smiling at the door?” Simon’s voice drawled suddenly, sharp enough to pull me out of my reverie. I turned toward him, whipping my phone into my hands before he could read more from my expression. “Why don’t you get on with it? There’s work to do.” “You’re free for the rest of today,” I read out his schedule, keeping my tone neutral. “Good. Arrange for a press conference to take place in ten minutes.” A smirk curved his li

Tears burned at the edge of my vision, threatening to spill, and I forced them back with a series of sharp blinks. My chest ached as though every suppressed tear had lodged itself there instead. “Was I asking the impossible?” I whispered under my breath as I pressed the elevator button and waited. The metallic doors reflected a faint, warped version of my face, chin tilted up in a poor attempt to suppress the storm pressing against the back of my eyes. “Is it too much for him to admit I wasn’t nothing to him?” The words cut into me like glass as I stepped inside the elevator, pushing the button for the ground floor with more force than necessary. I leaned back against the cold steel wall, exhaling hard. “I wasn’t even expecting him to confess feelings for me. An apology was all I needed.” The elevator hummed as it descended, my heel tapping against the floor in a staccato rhythm that betrayed my impatience. My thoughts spiraled in relentless circles. “Was I expecting the impossible