All Chapters of My Redemption with Mr. Tycoon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Emily’s POV.The moment I opened my eyes, I was met with a soft, warm glow from a dimly lit room. My vision blurred as my head throbbed painfully, as if I were waking from a fever dream.I felt weak, my limbs almost too heavy to lift, and I had to blink a few times before my surroundings came into focus. This room… it felt different. Familiar... in a way that comforted me immediately.Almost immediately, a cold shiver coursed through my body as the memory of the hospital seeped back in. My mother’s cold gaze, the sterile smell of antiseptic, the way she looked at me as though I were nothing but a means to an end. My stomach churned, and without thinking, my hand flew to my abdomen, pressing against the softness there, fearing they might have gone through with it—cut me open, taken what they wanted. I waited, almost frozen, trying to feel for any pain or incision.But there was nothing. No ache, no wound, just the pounding of my heart against my ribs and a lingering ache in my

Christopher’s POV The soft clink of dishes and the gentle morning light spilling through the dining room window felt peaceful, reminding me of last night; the softness of Emily’s body in my arms. She had somehow clung to me in the middle of the night and I must say that I did enjoy having her in my arms. My heart eased the moment I finally saw Emily stepping toward me, a faint smile lighting her face. The colour had returned to her cheeks, and there was a subtle strength in her step that had been missing just yesterday. “Good morning, Christopher,” she greeted, her voice calm and a touch lighter than I’d expected. “Good morning, Emily,” I replied, watching her settle in the chair beside me. “That’s a fine choice of outfit for today,” I added, gesturing to the crisp navy dress she wore as if I wasn’t the one that picked it out for her. Emily’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise colouring her expression like she doesn’t know I was the one who had the outfit pr

Christopher announced that he’d be leaving. My parents rose, expressions carefully controlled as they nodded and exchanged polite farewells despite their nervousness. But I know clearly that they are relieved to him leaving. When we reached the door, Christopher turned to me and, without hesitation, said, “I’ll call you once I get home.” The words seemed casual, but I knew better. He was making it clear to my parents that he would be keeping watch over me, even from a distance. As his car pulled away, I stood there for a moment, feeling the absence of his presence weigh on me. When I finally turned and went back inside, my parents followed in silence. To my surprise, they didn’t berate me or scold me as I half-expected after Christopher left, instead retreating to their own spaces. It felt strange. Later, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Mum’s voice came through the door, her tone surprisingly calm. “I’m coming in.” I don’t say anything in return, so she entered, follo

I took a shaky breath, feeling the weight of her gaze on me. Tessa was my rock, the person who’d been there through every high and low. And knowing she deserved the truth, I don’t hold back at all and reveal everything that transpired at the hospital. Her face hardened with every word. “Emily…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Are your parents humans or aliens? I can’t believe they would do that to you. Just when I thought I had heard worst stories from you, they go ahead to do an upgrade.” A deep sigh escaped my lips as her words sank deep. Tessa was right, the ill-treatment from my parents keep getting worse from each passing day. Regardless, I continued, recounting the overnight changes; the accessories, the stylists. “But I see through it, Tess,” I said, my voice low. “They’re only pretending to care because your cousin probably threatened them and for the benefits they will receive from your family.” Tessa’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Emily, this is

“My family will be visiting yours this Thursday,” he said, his gaze warm yet focused. “It’ll be… a formal meeting to talk the wedding plans, so you can pick something from your wardrobe here to wear.” A small laugh escaped my lips. He really can’t wait to see me in the stuff he got for me. “I think my mother already has that covered. She will want me to wear something she picks herself, just to make a good impression on your family.” Christopher chuckled, his smile widening. “I should have known she would take care of that,” he said with a glimmer of amusement. Before I could respond, the sound of footsteps caught our attention, and to my surprise, Tessa appeared in front of us, a mischievous smile lighting up her face. “Well, well, well,” she teased, folding her arms and leaning forward with her eyes on us. “I didn’t know the two of you were having a cozy little dinner without me.” Her playful gaze shifted between us, and Christopher raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Tes