The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption (by Claire Winters) novel Chapter 189

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189 Confessions and Complications

“You what?” Vera’s expression transformed from excitement to disbelief. “Hazel Shaw, a gorgeous, powerful billionaire confesses his undying love for you, and you left him hanging? Have you lost your mind?”

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My phone buzzed with an incoming text. When I glanced at it, my heart skipped a

beat.

“He what?” Vera nearly spilled her drink, sitting bolt upright. “Sebastian Sinclair actually said the words? When? Where? How? Tell me everything!”

“If they’re half as intelligent as he is, they’ll see what he sees in you.” Vera refilled our wine glasses. “Did you know that wealthy families often prefer self-made partners for their children? Someone who understands the value of work, who brings fresh perspective and drive. You’re an asset, not a liability.”

“What’s complicated? The man worships the ground you walk on!”

“Nobody’s perfect,” I murmured, though my treacherous heart fluttered at his words.

I read the message again, feeling the sincerity behind each word. Taking a deep breath, I realized I had a choice to make. I could let fear rule me, keeping me safe but alone. Or

I could take a chance on Sebastian-on us.

“I knew it!” Vera slapped her hand against the sofa cushion. “The way he looks at you— like you’re the only woman in the world. So what happened next? Are you two official now? Please tell me you kissed him.”

That comment hit me like a physical blow. Was I sabotaging my own chance at happiness? Had Alistair’s betrayal damaged me so thoroughly that I couldn’t recognize genuine love when it was offered?

“Because you’re blushing like a teenager!” She laughed, tucking her legs underneath her. “Come on, Hazel. We’ve been friends forever. I know that look.”

“Just Hazel Shaw.” I swallowed hard. “Daughter of a convicted fraudster. Ex-wife of a cheater. Sister to a manipulative sociopath who stole my first fiancé. My history is a trainwreck, Vera.”

“None of which is your fault,” Vera insisted.

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“That’s just it,” I cut her off. “Look at everything I’ve been through. My father’s in prison for fraud. My family is a complete mess. I’m freshly divorced from a man who publicly humiliated me by leaving me for my dying stepsister.”

“And… he told me he’s had feelings for me since we were children.” The words felt surreal coming from my mouth. “That he’s been watching over me all these years.”

“What if it goes right?” Vera countered. “What if Sebastian is exactly who you think he is-a good man who’s loved you from afar for years? What if this is your second chance at happiness?”

“Trust me, Hazel, there is nothing ordinary about you.” Vera stood up and blocked my pacing. “So what did you tell him when he confessed?”

I looked down at my hands, twisting nervously in my lap. “My father’s a criminal. My family name is disgraced. I’m divorced, damaged, and I come with more emotional baggage than anyone should have to deal with. The Sinclairs are an institution. They’re…” My voice caught as the magnitude of my inadequacy overwhelmed me. I couldn’t even continue speaking.

“Just what?” Vera challenged when I trailed off.

“Because it is. The real question isn’t whether you’re good enough for Sebastian Sinclair.” Vera fixed me with a serious look. “It’s whether you’re ready to let yourself be

happy again.”

“Oh, Hazel.” Vera’s face softened with sympathy. “After everything you’ve been through

-the betrayal, the public humiliation, giving your own blood to keep Alistair alive all those years only for him to abandon you-don’t you think you deserve someone who cherishes you? Someone who sees your true worth?”

“And?” Vera was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Sebastian is nothing like Alistair,” Vera interjected firmly.

“I don’t know if I am,” I whispered honestly. “When I think about opening myself up again, being vulnerable… it terrifies me.”

I paced the living room, arms wrapped around myself. “You don’t understand. When Sebastian confessed, he told me he’d been waiting for me his whole life. That even as children, he knew I was special.”

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“Maybe not.” Vera grinned. “But Sebastian Sinclair comes pretty damn close. And he wants you, Hazel. Just you.”

“It’s complicated,” I mumbled, staring into my wine glass.

I grimaced at the memory. “I panicked. Told him I needed time to think”

Vera rushed to pull me into a tight hug before I could even set down my purse. “I’ve been dying to hear about everything. The divorce settlement, your new collection, and -” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “that mysterious man who keeps popping up in your life.”

“That’s beautiful,” Vera said softly.

“It’s terrifying,” I corrected her. “What if I can’t live up to his image of me? What if I’m just… ordinary?”

“But his family-”

I sighed, taking a sip of wine for courage. “He confessed.”

Vera reached over to squeeze my hand. “Of course you’re worthy. After everything you’ve been through—”

“You’re not a disaster,” Vera insisted, pulling my hands away. “You’re just scared. After what Alistair did to you, anyone would be.”

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“Because I’m terrified,” I admitted. “Every time I’m around him, I feel this pull that I can’t explain. And after everything with Alistair…”

“Please. Your life is better than any movie these days.” She poured generous amounts of deep red wine into both glasses. “So spill. What’s got you looking so… I don’t know… glowy?”

placed my glass on the coffee table, suddenly feeling the weight of my insecurities. “I’ve been avoiding him since the divorce was finalized. After seeing Alistair collapse at the courthouse, I just… I needed space to think.”

“Glowy?” I accepted the glass, unable to hide my smile. “Is that even a word?”

“And?”

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The memory of earlier today flooded back, making my heart race all over again. “I went to his place to drop off the outfit I designed for that charity school event he’s

attending.”

I sank back onto the sofa. “When Sebastian told me how he felt, I wanted to throw myself into his arms. But then all these doubts came rushing in.”

I sighed, unconvinced. “You make it sound so simple.”

The heat rushed to my cheeks instantly. “Why would you assume that?”

I laughed, following her to the plush sectional sofa where a bottle of wine and two glasses waited. “You’ve been watching too many romance movies.”

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