Semua Bab My Billionaire’s Redemption : Bab 51 - Bab 60

She finally said “Mia was sent on an international assignment”“That’s… odd,” I said slowly, my grip tightening around the strap of my bag. “When was this ? Because She never mentioned anything about an assignment when we last spoke”Sofia shrugged, her expression neutral. “It was a last-minute selection. Only a few students were chosen, and they left immediately. It’s a huge opportunity.”I frowned. “Then why hasn’t she answered my calls?”“There’s a possibility they’re not allowed to use their phones,” she replied, tilting her head slightly, as if my concern was unnecessary. “Some designers have strict policies about that especially when working on high-end collections.”I studied her carefully. Something felt off. The explanation made sense, but Mia would have told me. Even if it was last-minute, she would have called, left a message anything. Again, it could also explain why she wanted to see me so urgently, maybe this was meant to be some sort of surprise.“And which designer is

Mia’s POVI kept running and didn’t look back.My lungs burned. My legs screamed in protest. But I kept running.The city lights blurred as I darted through the empty streets, barefoot, breathless, and bleeding.I didn’t know how long I had been running. All I knew was that I couldn’t stop. Not yet.The night air was cold, biting against my exposed skin. My dress once pristine was now ripped, dirty, clinging to my sweat-drenched body. My feet throbbed from stepping on gravel and debris, but I ignored the pain.I turned a corner, pressing myself against the cold brick wall of a deserted alley, listening.Nothing.No footsteps. No voices.Had I lost them?I clenched my fists, my breath coming in ragged gasps. No. I couldn’t afford to be careless. Not when they were willing to erase my entire memory just to shut me up again.I needed to get to Elena.Now.I pushed forward, ignoring the sharp sting in my calves. Every instinct in me screamed to keep moving, keep going, keep running.I cut

Chapter 55Elena’s POVThe silence that followed was suffocating. My heart pounded in my chest as I turned to face Mia, swallowing hard against the lump forming in my throat.She was still glaring at Alexander, her chest rising and falling with sharp, angry breaths. Every inch of her body screamed betrayal.I took a tentative step toward her. “Mia…”She didn’t look at me. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, her jaw so tight I thought she might crack a tooth.I took another step, my voice softer. “Mia, You must have misunderstood.”Mia’s head snapped toward me so fast I flinched.“What?” Her voice was dangerously low.I forced myself to hold her gaze. “Like Alexander said… maybe you didn’t hear everything.”She stared at me as if I had just slapped her. “You can’t be serious.”I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Mia, I I know you wouldn’t lie about something like this, but you were in a vulnerable situation. You were in that space, hiding. Maybe you only caught bi

Victoria’s POVI arrived at The Velvet Room, our usual spot, a secluded lounge tucked away in the heart of the city. It was dimly lit, with plush red seating and a bar stocked with the finest liquor. It wasn’t just a place to unwind, it was a place for secrets, a place where power players whispered about things the world wasn’t meant to hear. Isla and I had met here countless times, and each time, she brought me something valuable. But tonight, something in her voice told me she had something better. I spotted her immediately, sitting in our usual booth near the back. She looked restless, fingers drumming against the table. Her dark hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, her fitted blazer emphasizing her sharp features.I slid into the seat across from her, crossing my legs. “Well, well. You sounded urgent.”“Oh yeah, that’s because I have a lot to tell you, I don’t even know where to start from” Isla chuckled.“Oh well, this had better be something good”Isla exhaled and leaned

Elena’s POV“Alexander?” I stepped closer, touching his arm lightly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”He blinked rapidly, his focus shifting slightly as if pulling himself out of a trance. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, but his voice lacked its usual steadiness.I followed his gaze again and turned to see an elderly woman standing there, dressed in an elegant navy blue dress, her silver hair pinned neatly back. There was a warmth in her eyes, but beneath it lay something deeper nostalgia, sorrow, and familiarity.Her gaze softened the moment she locked eyes with Alexander. “You look just like your father,” she murmured.Alexander swallowed hard. “Ms. Florence?” His voice carried a rare tenderness.She smiled at the recognition. “It’s been years, Alexander. The last time I saw you, you were just a boy.”Florence stepped forward, her eyes misty. I glanced at Alexander, sensing the tension in his posture. Whoever this woman was, she clearly meant something to him.“I—I didn’t expect to