All Chapters of My Billionaire’s Redemption : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It was the morning of the showcase and I sat at the dining table, absently swirling my spoon through my yogurt as I watched Alexander button up his crisp white shirt. He stood in front of the mirror, fixing his cuffs, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow over the penthouse.“You’re quiet,” Alexander remarked, finally glancing at me through the mirror.I sighed, setting my spoon down. “Just thinking about tonight.”He walked over, smoothing a hand over my hair before taking a seat across from me, his sharp blue eyes studying me closely. “Nervous?”“That’s an understatement,” I admitted. “This showcase is everything. It’s my first real step into the art world, and I keep wondering what if no one likes my work? What if I’m just some amateur playing pretend?”Alexander tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Elena, you don’t give yourself enough credit. You’ve worked hard for this. And from what I

I stared at the message on my phone, rereading it for the third time, thinking if Elena would have actually made this reservation.It didn’t say who made the reservation, but there was a part of me that wanted to believe it was Elena. Maybe, despite everything, she still thought of me still wanted me there. Or maybe it was someone else entirely, but right now, I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to miss this.Without wasting time, I grabbed my tuxedo and got dressed, adjusting the black tie in front of my mirror. My mind was a mess—between the guilt I felt for what had happened with Victoria, the lingering feelings I had for Elena, and this unexpected invitation. But one thing was certain I needed to see her tonight.We arrived at the venue, and the moment I stepped out of the car, a wave of nervous energy rushed through me. The Grand Atrium Hall was magnificent, with its sleek modern architecture, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and the golden glow of chandeliers illuminating the entrance.

Victor and I were headed out the door before Isla’s voice cut through.“Elena, what’s going on and Victor?” Her brows pinched together as she looked between Victor and me, concern etched into every inch of her face.“Hello Isla” Victor responded coldly What are you doing here and what’s wrong with her “ Isla asked again.I opened my mouth to answer, but my throat felt thick, as if I’d swallowed cotton. My stomach churned again. I pressed a palm against it, inhaling sharply.“I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just feel… dizzy. Nauseous.”Isla’s eyes widened slightly before she quickly dug into her small clutch. “Hold on.” She pulled out a small, travel-sized packet and handed it to me. “These are anti-nausea tablets. They’ll help.”“You walk around with those? “ Victor asked surprised “Of course, every girl should” Isla said I took the packet with trembling fingers.“You can’t take them like that “ Isla said Victor was already moving. “I’ll get water.”

Victor’s POVPain exploded across my face. The metallic tang of blood still filled my mouth. My ears rang, the gasps of the crowd blending into a dull roar. I couldn’t believe Alexander had the nerve. “She’s unconscious, and this is what you care about?” My voice was raw, but I didn’t care. I wiped the blood from my chin and straightened, locking eyes with him. “You can hit me all you want, but it won’t change the truth. You did this. You destroyed her.”Alexander lunged for me again, but Isla grabbed his arm. “Stop it!” she screamed. “This isn’t helping!”He hesitated, breathing heavily, his entire body shaking with tension. Then he turned back to Elena, still limp in his arms, her face pale against his dark suit. A fresh wave of fear flashed across his expression. The fight left his body instantly.“Where the hell is that ambulance?” he barked.Just then, the shrill sound of sirens cut through the chaos.Mia’s POVI barely let the driver park before I was sprinting toward the entr

Victor’s POVThe room was cold. Too sterile, too lifeless for someone like Elena to be lying in it.She looked fragile, paler than I had ever seen her, her long dark hair fanned across the pillows in disarray. Her lips, once so full of life, were slightly parted as if she had been about to say something before exhaustion overtook her. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, a cruel testament to everything she had endured. Even in her unconscious state, there was a slight furrow in her brows, as though she was still fighting a battle in her mind.The sight of her like this made something in my chest tighten painfully.I didn’t realize I had stopped moving until the doctor glanced at me.“Mr. Langley?” he said, his voice quiet but firm.I blinked and forced myself forward, following him inside.Elena’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of our entrance. Slowly, her gaze found me.There was no warmth in them. No relief. Just a void of exhaustion and something else something that made my stomach tw