Mister Billionaire’s Treasure의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

I held my breath the moment I stepped through the towering gates of Clark University, clutching the thick pile of folders against my chest as though they could somehow steady the strange nervousness crawling through me. The blue stretch scrub uniform I wore for my nursing duties felt unusually tight around my shoulders, not because of the fabric itself, but because every time I entered this place lately, I was reminded of how much life had changed in only a few months.The familiar campus spread before me in its usual Monday morning rhythm. Students crossed the wide courtyard in groups, some carrying coffee, some half-running to their classes, some laughing loudly enough to echo beneath the concrete walkways. The nursing lecture halls on the ground floor were still empty since our laboratory schedules only filled them on Wednesdays and Fridays, and the long polished corridors smelled faintly of disinfectant, printer ink, and the cold air from the central ventilation.Everything looked

It had been three days since the incident at the bar when Tristan stepped in and involved himself after that drunken customer slapped me. Since that night, his presence had become strangely constant inside G and R Bar. At first, I thought he was merely another rich man looking for entertainment, someone who would appear once or twice and then vanish like the rest of the customers who came only to drink expensive liquor and flirt with women they would forget the next morning. But Layla quickly informed me that Tristan had been coming every single night. Even on the evenings when I was not on shift, he still occupied table number seven and casually asked my coworkers what time I usually came in, whether I had already gone home, and when my next duty would be. Layla teased me about it, saying that I had somehow caught the attention of a wealthy gentleman, but I found nothing romantic in it. If anything, I found it unsettling. There was something too deliberate in the way he lingered, as

“Rere!”Russiana’s delighted shriek rang through the apartment the second Reign stepped inside, and before either of us could even finish closing the door, my little sister was already flying across the room like a tiny storm. She launched herself into his arms with such force that Reign had no choice but to catch her against his chest. He laughed softly, the sound low and warm, while Russiana wrapped both arms around his neck as if she had been deprived of her favorite person for years instead of months.“I thought something happened to Ruru,” she complained, pouting dramatically. “She didn’t come home last night. I was worried sick.”Heat rushed to my cheeks so fast I almost choked. Reign’s blue eyes slid toward me, and that devilish glint I knew too well flashed in them.“We spent the night together,” he answered in a maddeningly calm voice.My eyes widened. I knew exactly what he was doing.Russiana blinked, innocent as ever, while I stood there looking like I wanted the ceiling to

“Are you sick, Ruru?”Russiana’s soft little voice drifted through the haze surrounding my head, but I did not move from beneath the blanket. I had wrapped it over myself as though layers of cloth could somehow hide me from the world, from questions, from memories, from the unbearable pain clawing at my chest since last night.“No, sweety,” I answered, though my voice came out hoarse and scraped raw. “I’m fine.”There was a rustle beside the bed. “You don’t sound fine. Your voice sounds funny.”I closed my eyes tightly. Even speaking hurt. My throat was swollen from too much crying, my nose clogged, my temples pounding from lack of sleep. I looked and felt like a corpse that had somehow continued breathing.“I think I caught a cold,” I lied quickly when I sensed her trying to climb up beside me. “Don’t come near me, okay? You might catch it too.”Russiana froze at once. “Really?”“Yes.”A small worried hum left her. “Then I’ll ask sis Thraia to make soup.”My chest tightened painfully.

My heart pounded so violently that it felt ready to tear through my ribs, but before I could wrench free, Sharmon’s fist buried itself in my hair and snapped my head backward with such vicious force that a scream ripped out of me. Fire spread across my scalp. My hands flew to her wrist, nails digging desperately into flesh, but the instant I twisted enough to see her face, dread hollowed me out... whatever humanity she once possessed had been burned away. Her eyes shone with a feverish delight that made her look less like a woman and more like something that had crawled out of a nightmare.She bent close enough that I could smell the bitterness on her breath and laughed, shaking with excitement. “I have imagined this over and over,” she whispered. “Your blood, your tears, your face when you finally understand no one is coming to save you. I wanted to hear you scream my name before you die.”She hurled me forward. My face smashed into gravel. My lip split. Before I could drag in enough