All Chapters of His Mafia Redemption : Chapter 21
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Chapter 20: Whispers of Envy
Brian couldn’t sit still in his office. His hands kept tapping on the table, as his face contorted with anger. “Richard Tucker,” he muttered under his breath. “Who the hell does he think he is?”The more he thought about it, the more his blood boiled with rage. Richard had just walked into the Warren Company and left everyone speechless. Not only did he turn down Gerald Warren’s offer, but he also did it with so much confidence that even Gerald himself didn’t know how to respond.That was supposed to be him.Brian had worked so hard to get close to Dianne, to earn Gerald’s trust, and now Richard had managed to bring everything down.Brain stood up pacing the room. “How did he even get the contract?” It didn’t make sense.He leaned back on his chair and called out to one of his assistants. “Kevin!”The door opened almost immediately. “Yes, sir?”Brian’s went back to his chair relaxing as it swirled around. “Find out how Richard Tucker got that Denali contract. Every detail. Who help
Chapter 21: The Woman Behind the Deal
When Sarah Robertson heard that Brian Warren was trying to set up a meeting with her, she almost laughed. She was sitting in her office, staring at the email her assistant had just shown her.“Brian Warren?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “The same man who backed out of the Denali deal years ago?”Her assistant, Mia, nodded. “Yes, ma’am. He’s been calling nonstop. He said it’s urgent.”Sarah leaned back in her chair, her eyes cold. “Let him keep calling. I’m not interested.”Mia smiled nervously. “Should I tell him you’re busy again?”Sarah nodded. “Do that. And if he calls again, block his number.”She turned back to her laptop, but her mind wasn’t on her work anymore. Memories of Brian came flooding back. Years ago, he had promised her partnership on a major project, only to stab her in the back at the last minute. He took all the credit and left her to deal with the losses.Now he wanted a meeting?Sarah’s lips curved into a faint smile. “No, Brian,” she whispered. “This time, y
Chapter 22- The Party of Regret
Richard sat in the living room of his new mansion, sipping champagne as the soft music played melodiously. The lights of the city glittered through the large glass windows, but his mind was somewhere else. On the glass table in front of him lay an envelope—golden, shiny, and expensive-looking.He reached for it, his fingers brushing over the golden letters. It was an invitation.“You are cordially invited to Jenna’s Annual Charity Ball & birthday party.” Jenna.Her name alone brought back a flood of memories—painful ones. She was his ex. The woman who had once looked him in the eyes and told him he wasn’t enough. The woman who laughed at him when he was broke and struggling to survive.A small smile crept onto Richard’s face. Richard looked at the invitation again and smirked. He leaned back on the couch, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “You wanted me to see how rich and happy you’ve become. But this time, things are different.”He poured another glass of champagne, watching the go
Chapter 23: The Woman Who Walked In
The air in the hall was tense.No one spoke for a few seconds after Richard dropped the silver case full of money. Everyone had seen it — the two million dollars, clean and crisp. It was the kind of money that could buy a small house, maybe two. The guests kept clapping, but their eyes were fixed on him.Michael’s face turned red. He looked at the money, then at Jenna.“What the hell is this, Jenna?” he said angrily, his voice rising above the sound of the music.Jenna froze. She didn’t know what to say. Her throat felt dry, and her legs shook slightly. “I… I didn’t know he—”Michael kicked the basket where some of the money had been placed. The sound echoed, and everyone turned to look. “You invited him here? Why? To show off your ex-boyfriend in front of everyone?”“I didn’t mean—” Jenna began, her voice trembling.“Save it,” Michael snapped. His eyes burned with anger as he pointed at Richard. “You see him now? The man you said was a loser? Well, he just made you look like a fool
Chapter Twenty-Four The Woman Who Claimed Him
The Woman Who Claimed HimThe hall was still buzzing with whispers after Sarah Robertson walked in. Her name was already spreading through every corner of the party. Everyone knew her — the cold and powerful CEO of Robertson Energy. She didn’t go to parties often, and when she did, it was never for fun.Some cannot still believe one of the most powerful women in the city was at Jenna’s party. They all knew how tough it was to fix a meeting with her. They all knew about the contract. Some have started to calculate how to win her favour. The party was slowly turning into a bargaining chip than an actual party. Michael kept glancing at Jenna. “Did you invite her?” he asked in a low voice, his tone sharp and confused.Jenna shook her head fast. “No! I swear I didn’t! Why would I invite her?”But no one cared about Jenna anymore. Every eye in the room was fixed on Sarah and Richard.Sarah stood close to him now. Her tall heels made her look even more imposing. Her black dress hugged he
Chapter 25: The Deal and the Desire
Sarah’s lips were still warm from the kiss when she pulled away. For a few seconds, she said nothing. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she looked at Richard. His eyes were kind, cool, confused, and full of mixed feelings.Sarah smirked a little. “Still think I came here just to talk?”Richard was silent. He could still taste her on his lips. He could have pulled away but he didn't. He didn’t know what to say. Everything about the night was already out of control, and now this… this kiss.Sarah’s gaze dropped to his lips again, but she quickly looked away. “Don’t read too much into that,” she said quietly. “It was just… needed.”“Needed?” Richard asked, his voice low.“Yes,” she replied simply, stepping back. “Because now I know.”“Know what?”She turned her head slightly, her long black hair brushing her shoulder. “That I’m not done with you yet.”Richard blinked. “Sarah, what are you—”She raised a hand to stop him. “Let me talk.”The cold air blew through the balcony again, but
Chapter 26 : The Morning Storm
The next morning started with chaos.Richard was still in bed, half-asleep, when his phone began to buzz non-stop. He groaned, thinking it was his alarm, and reached out lazily to stop it. But when he opened his eyes and looked at the screen, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.Twenty-one missed calls.All from one person.Dianne.He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and sat up quickly. “What the hell…” he muttered. Before he could think, his phone started ringing again. It was her.He smiled weakly and answered. “Good morning, babe,” he said softly, trying to sound calm.But the voice that came from the other end was full of anger.“Don’t ‘babe’ me, Richard! What is this I’m seeing online?!”He froze. “What are you talking about?”“Oh, don’t pretend! The whole world has seen it! You and that witch Sarah Robertson—kissing!” Dianne shouted, her voice breaking. “Do you know how humiliating this is for me?”“Wait, Dianne, please. It’s not what it looks like. Let me explain—”“Explain what,
Chapter 27 : A scam
Richard sat there for a long time, holding his phone like it was some strange object he had never seen before. Gerald's words are still echoing in his mind.“Fake.”A marriage he had tried to keep together through the pain and riddles.He could still hear Gerald’s voice, calm and full of that same arrogance that had always made Richard hate him.“You and Dianne were never truly married. It was just an arrangement. Something to quiet the reporters.”Richard swallowed hard. His mind went blank for a few seconds. He leaned back slowly in his chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answers were written there.He had loved Dianne. Maybe not perfectly, but honestly. He had fought for her, worked for her, taken insults from her father and mother just to keep her happy. And now this—this was how it ended?He let out a shaky breath and ran a hand down his face. “So it was all fake… all of it?” he whispered to himself.The memories came rushing back—every dinner where Gerald looked down on him
Chapter 28 : The Public Kiss
Everything was happening so fast that Richard had no control over it. He wished things could slow down a bit but it didn't. Sarah was playing a fast card and it was so difficult to keep up. Funnily, the system was in cahoot and was giving point for every mission he accomplished with the #tag- Sarah's mission. As the camera shuttered towards them, Sarah could see it clearly—the confusion on Richard’s face. He looked lost, torn between what she was saying on stage and the sight of Dianne standing in the crowd. His jaw tightened, his eyes softened for a moment, and his body shifted slightly like he was about to walk away.Sarah knew that look. She had seen it before. She wasn’t about to let Richard walk away now. Not when every camera in the room was watching. Not when she had finally turned the city’s eyes toward him.So she did the one thing no one expected.She stepped forward, grabbed Richard by the collar, and kissed him.Right there. On stage.The crowd went wild.The flash fr
Chapter 29 : The Storm Returns
Money and power were two entity that works hand in hand. Things were beginning to move fast for Richard.He had thought that after the press conference, things would calm down. He believed that once the cameras went away, he would finally get a moment to breathe, to think, and maybe to fix things with Dianne. But life was not ready to give him that.Every day, there was another headline. Every channel was talking about Sarah Robertson and Richard Tucker. Reporters still stood outside his mansion, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Some called him lucky. Others said he was a liar who fooled the rich and climbed up with deceit.Richard didn’t care what they said anymore. He was tired.But while he was trying to get his love life together, another war was already on the way.Far away, in a large office on the top floor of a tall glass building, a man named Thomas Bishop was reading a newspaper. He was in his early sixties, tall, clean-shaven, and cold-looking. His eyes fixed on the maga