บททั้งหมดของ My Billionaire’s Redemption : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

My Dad said nothing yet.The name sat heavy in the air like a curse, pulling tension across my father’s face. His hands were clasped together on the desk, the light from the study’s chandelier casting deep shadows over his knuckles.I swallowed, my mind reeling. “How? How does Greenwood Stones have anything to do with all of this dad?”He let out a long breath, as if he had been carrying the weight of this answer for far too long. “Because later, after I married your mother, everything changed with him and the group.”My brows knitted together. “Changed how?”“At first, it wasn’t obvious,” he admitted, his voice lower now, measured. “But slowly, over time, I started noticing a shift. Greenwood—he wasn’t the same toward me anymore. It was subtle. Small things. The way he looked at me. The way he spoke. There was an edge to it, something just beneath the surface. I ignored it at first, thought maybe I was imagining things. But then I started noticing something else—he was getting closer

Elena’s POVThe morning light streamed through the curtains, painting soft golden hues across the bedroom. I blinked a few times, my body feeling heavy with exhaustion. Beside me, Mia was still curled up under the covers, her breathing steady.I shifted slightly, but the uneasy feeling in my stomach only worsened. A sharp wave of nausea surged through me. Without a second thought, I threw off the blanket and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it in time before I started throwing up.The retching must have been loud because, moments later, I heard Mia’s groggy voice behind me.“Elena is that you?” she mumbled, still half-asleep. “What’s going on?”I wiped my mouth and leaned against the sink, taking deep breaths. “I don’t know… I just feel—ugh.”Mia snapped fully awake, instantly alert. “Elena, what’s wrong. Oh my God, you’re really throwing up. Is it last night’s dinner ? You probably ate too late.”I shook my head quickly. “No, I’m fine. It’s just morning sickness. Nothing new, pr

I barely blinked as I continued staring at the message on Isla’s phone screen. My chest tightened, and for a moment, the world around me felt muted.I then pressed my fingers against the phone’s screen just enough to illuminate it again, letting the message pop up in full view.“We need to talk. ASAP.”A cold chill ran down my spin again.“Mia,” I whispered urgently.She was in the living room, not too far away, but not close enough to have heard me . My voice barely made a sound, but she picked up on the tension and turned toward me. I motioned for her to come over.“What is it?” she asked, brows furrowing as she approached.Instead of answering, I simply tilted the phone toward her. Mia leaned in, reading the text, and then her breath hitched.“Oh my God,” she whispered. Her gaze shot up to mine. “Victoria? Isla? What—what the hell is going on? Do they know each other?”Before I could answer, footsteps echoed from down the hall. Isla was coming.Mia and I locked eyes for a split sec

Elena’s POVI stood at the entrance of Alexander’s penthouse, my heart pounding against my ribs. The scene before me was like a twisted nightmare—Victoria draped over Alexander, her body pressed too close to his, her smirk one of pure satisfaction. Alexander looked dazed, confused even, but that did little to soothe the rage boiling inside me.“Alexander?” My voice cut through the tension like a knife.Mia, who had followed me inside, stepped forward. “Elena, are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with concern. But as soon as she turned her head, her expression darkened. Her eyes landed on Alexander and Victoria, and I could feel her body stiffen beside me.Victoria let out a slow, amused laugh before finally getting off Alexander. She smoothed down the hem of her dangerously short dress, moving with an air of satisfaction as if she had won some game I hadn’t agreed to play.Alexander suddenly jumped up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Elena, I didn’t know you were com

Everything was dark.A deep, consuming kind of darkness that made it feel like I was sinking. I could hear distant voices, but they were muffled, blurred together like whispers through water. My body felt weightless, yet heavy at the same time, like I was floating between consciousness and something much worse.Then—pain.A dull, throbbing ache in my lower abdomen that grew sharper with every breath I took. My fingers twitched, my throat burned, and suddenly, I was gasping for air.The lights above me were blinding when I forced my eyes open, the sterile scent of antiseptic and something too clean hitting my nose. A beeping sound filled the silence, rhythmic and steady, accompanied by the faint rustling of movement nearby.“She’s awake,” a voice said, urgent but relieved.Mia.I blinked rapidly, my vision adjusting, and when I turned my head slightly, I saw her standing beside my bed. Her face was pale, her expression etched with worry, and behind her, a doctor stood with a clipboard,