All Chapters of Love's Redemption: Chapter 661 - Chapter 670

Hooking Tanya was easy. Buying the bar? Not so much.This place was booming every night, packed with customers. No sane owner would hand it over without a fight.I needed a different angle.Sure, I could've looped in the Johnstons and made it a done deal. But that wasn't happening. I was done with them.So, I called Ron. The second I finished explaining, he hit me with, "If you wanna be a boss, I'll step aside."Typical Ron—chill to the point of reckless. Giving up a cushy gig without blinking? He made life look so easy.I laughed it off. "I'm not looking to run the place. I just don't want to pay for my drinks every time I show up."He snorted. "Ms. Kay, the money you're thinking of dropping on this could fund your drinking habit for, like, ten lifetimes."He teased, but then his tone shifted. "Don't be impulsive. Owning a bar isn't just a fun side hustle.""I know what I'm doing," I cut in before he could go full dad-mode. "Just tell me if you've got any connections to the o

"Male models? What's going on with you lately? First, you're trying to buy a bar, and now you're planning some kind of male model show?" Ron sounded equal parts floored and suspicious after I pitched my idea."I'm just having fun. Can't you tell?" I replied, laughing to brush it off.But Ron wasn't buying it. He squinted at me, his detective mode fully activated.Whatever. I rolled my eyes and launched into my pitch. "Okay, so our company's doing that light and music festival soon, right? Why not go big with a live human light show? Imagine male greeters or models wearing LED-lit outfits—total showstopper vibes."Ron raised a brow. "A human light show? That's... bold. I'll give you points for creativity."I grinned. "Exactly! So, you think it'll work? Cool. Start building a team to make it happen."He gave me that are-you-kidding-me look. "Ms. Kay, you think this is, what, grabbing clothes off a store rack? This would need custom designs, production, and oh yeah—we're already on

Oh, there was definitely some drama between Aaron and Lena, and there was no way I was missing it.Lena didn't even try to hide it. She let out a long sigh and spilled about how Aaron had walked in on her and Nate together."Nate meeting my parents definitely has something to do with Aaron," she muttered.I snorted. "What, does Nate see Aaron as competition? Seriously, he's your uncle.""Who knows? Guys can get so jealous, they'd side-eye a lamppost for standing too close," she shot back."Honestly, that just proves he's mad about you," I teased, thinking about Nate's dramatic goodbye kiss with her at the airport.Love, I thought. It's not just about losing someone forever—it's the slow burn of being apart, even when they're still alive.Lena went quiet, and I realized I might've hit a nerve. Time for a subject change."Hey, there's this human light show thing happening at work," I said, smirking. "We brought in male models so hot, they make A-list celebs look like background e

I glanced up, spotting an elderly couple shuffling in, hand in hand, their faces tight with worry.The desk officer was about to stand when I beat him to it. "Mr. Yule, Mrs. Yule."They turned toward me, startled. Mrs. Yule's face lit up, a brief flicker of joy breaking through the tension. "Narelle..." she started."She's not Narelle," Mr. Yule cut in gently, pulling her back. His tone was steady, but the heartbreak in his eyes was unmistakable.Mrs. Yule's joy shattered instantly, replaced by a deep sadness that made my chest ache. I stepped closer, trying to ground them. "Mr. Yule, Mrs. Yule, what's going on? Are you here to file a report?"I had stolen the officer's line, but he stepped in professionally anyway. "If you're here to report something, please follow me."But they didn't move. Instead, Mr. Yule started explaining, "For the past few days, someone's been banging on our door, yelling that if we don't behave, they'll hurt us badly."The words hit like a slap, and I s

Mr. Yule set the tea down and walked over to the old photo on the wall. "This is my family portrait," he said softly. "I'm the only one left now.""Family portrait?" I asked, pointing to the little girl in the red dress. "She's part of your family too?""That's my younger sister. She was two when we took this photo," Mr. Yule replied, his voice heavy with sorrow."Where is she now?" My breath hitched as unease crept in. Was I wrong about the connection I thought I'd found?For a moment, Mr. Yule just stared at the picture. My chest tightened. "Mr. Yule?" I prompted."She went missing," he finally said, his voice trembling. "She disappeared the same day this picture was taken."My heart raced. "Missing? How? What happened?" My hand darted out, clutching his sleeve as if that could steady the whirlwind in my mind.His eyes stayed glued to the photo. "It was supposed to be a happy day. After this photo, my parents had a keychain made from it—turned it into a necklace for her. We we