All Chapters of My Billionaire’s Redemption : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Darkness.A dull ache pulsed in my skull as my senses slowly stirred. The air was damp, carrying the scent of dust and rusted metal. Something cold pressed against my cheek—concrete. My wrists ached, bound behind me, and my throat felt parched.I tried moving, but my body was stiff, restrained. My pulse quickened. Where was I?Memories flashed—the exhibition, the missing painting, stepping out to find help… a hand gripping my arm.And then—blackness.A flickering light buzzed overhead as my vision adjusted. A warehouse. Crates were stacked along the walls, the only sound a faint hum of machinery in the distance.I wasn’t alone.A figure stood a few feet away, leaning against a metal table. He wasn’t in a rush, watching me with an air of amusement.Adrian Volkov.I knew his name. One of the powerful elites invited to the exhibition. A popular businessman. He smirked when he saw my eyes widen. “You’re awake.”I clenched my jaw. “What am I doing here ?”He took a slow step forward, hand

My fingers tightened around the phone as I forced a steady breath. My heart slammed against my ribs, but I willed my expression to stay neutral.“No one important,” I said, voice softer than I intended.Alexander’s gaze flickered to my phone, his dark eyes sharp with suspicion. “At this hour?”I hesitated, my pulse erratic. “Just a mistake. Probably spam.”He had a frown on at this point. The heat from our kiss was still there, simmering just beneath the surface, but something colder now crept in, doubt.Alexander wasn’t a man who believed in coincidences.His jaw clenched as he studied me, searching for a crack in my words. I wondered if he could hear the erratic pounding of my heart, feel the tension rolling off me.After a long, heavy pause, he exhaled and stepped back slightly, turning to take a sip of his coffee.. “Show me the message.” He said without blinking.Panic flared beneath my ribs. If I refused, he would know something was wrong. If I obeyed, he would find out about A

Victor’s POVI leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I stared at the name on my laptop screen. Adrian Volkov. The name meant nothing to me at first, but the deeper I dug, the more unsettling the puzzle became.I had started my search the moment Alexander ordered it, calling in every contact I had, digging through public records and backdoor files that weren’t easily accessible. If this man wanted a meeting with Alexander no, if he wanted something from Elena then I needed to know everything.And what I found wasn’t comforting.Adrian Volkov was forty-one years old. A Russian-American billionaire, head of Volkov Industries, a company that dabbled in everything from luxury real estate to private security. His net worth was estimated at four billion dollars, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.He had no family. No spouse. No children.There were whispers rumors that he had once been connected to Russian organized crime, though nothing had ever been proven. The few times hi

Victoria’s POVI had just arrived the mansion. I stepped inside, my heels clicking against the marble floor, each step deliberate. The air smelled of expensive cologne, whiskey, and something undeniably familiar, power.And there he was.Adrian Volkov leaned against the bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, watching me like a predator who had already claimed his prey.“Victoria,” he murmured, his lips curving into that slow, knowing smirk.I let my fur coat slip from my shoulders, revealing the sleek black dress that hugged my figure. His eyes darkened.I approached, letting my fingers trail along his jaw before tilting his chin slightly. “Did you miss me?”He exhaled sharply, setting his glass down. “More than I should.”His hands found my waist, pulling me against him in a swift motion. The heat between us ignited instantly. His lips crashed against mine, rough and demanding, years of tension and unfinished business unraveling in a single moment.I melted into the kiss, my fingers tang

Elena’s POVIt was the following morning and a box sat on the bed, wrapped in sleek black paper with a silver ribbon. I hesitated before pulling the ribbon loose, my fingers trembling slightly. The paper fell away to reveal a gown elegant, floor-length, and undoubtedly expensive. Midnight blue satin pooled like liquid silk, shimmering under the soft glow of the bedroom lights.I traced the delicate embroidery along the bodice, my heart tightening. Alexander had chosen this for me.“You don’t like it?” His voice was smooth as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed.I turned, meeting his gaze. “It’s beautiful. But you didn’t have to.”His expression was unreadable, but something flickered in his eyes. “Yes, I did.”There was no arguing with him. I slipped into the dress, letting it mold to my body, the fabric cool against my skin. Alexander stood behind me, adjusting the clasp of a diamond bracelet around my wrist.“You look stunning,” he murmured.I swallowed, nodding. Tonight was