Rebirth: Ice Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

“You know I would never do such a thing. I won’t betray you like that,” Ray said, his voice quiet but firm, laced with an edge of coldness. “You don’t trust me, Lily?”Lia laughed bitterly, her voice hollow and sharp. “Ha… ha… haaaa! Trust? You dare to talk about trust?” Her eyes blazed with fury, her words dripping with disdain. “Why would I trust you? Your bloody company released my creation as theirs, and you dare to speak of trust. Trust you?” She scoffed, shaking her head, the sarcasm in her tone palpable.“Yes, I put you in charge publicly. Yes, the world believes you run this company. But you know what? That’s just a façade. You’re in charge on the surface. You don’t get to steal from me, Ray. Not like this.”“I know you’re frustrated, Lia, but please… turn it down,” Lilly’s voice chimed in her mind, softer this time.But Lia couldn’t hear her—or rather, she chose not to. The rage swirling inside her was too loud, too consuming. And deep down, even Lilly knew stopping her now c

As she gazed around the sterile room, the walls seemed to close in on her, making her feel suffocated. Time had lost all meaning - days, weeks, months, it was all a blur. She had been trapped for what felt like an eternity, cut off from the world and everything she loved. Her hobby, her family, her friends - all gone, replaced by the cold, unforgiving silence of her confinement. The only thing she knew was the feeling of being choked, of being deprived of everything that brought her joy. A lemon, sour and bitter, seemed to have been lodged in her throat, refusing to budge. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, a maze of questions and fears. What was happening to her? Why was she being held captive? And when would she be free? Every time she tried to speak, to ask for answers, they would silence her, distracting her with empty words and false promises. She couldn't take it anymore, her sanity was slipping, and she couldn't wait to escape, to break free from this prison and reclaim he

Ellen’s fingers stilled against Helena’s cheek, her face hardening into a mask of icy composure. “Ray?” she repeated, her voice deceptively calm, though her jaw tightened. “So that’s what you’ve been holding onto? Some ridiculous fantasy that he’d choose you?”Helena frowned, taken aback by Ellen’s sudden change in demeanor. “It’s not a fantasy,” she said defensively. “Ray and I had something real. If you hadn’t—”Ellen cut her off with a sharp laugh, stepping back and folding her arms across her chest. “Oh, Helena,” she said, her tone dripping with mock pity. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?”Helena sat up straighter, the hairs on her neck prickling at Ellen’s shift in tone. “What are you talking about?”Ellen tilted her head, her smile cold and condescending. “Ray got married,” she said, savoring the way the words seemed to hit Helena like a slap. “A month ago, to be precise. To Liliana.”The room seemed to tilt as Helena stared at Ellen, her mind struggling to process what sh

Matilda paced nervously in the driveway, clutching her car keys. Her usual driver had been dismissed with a cold excuse of needing “privacy,” and now, she was gripping the steering wheel of her luxury sedan like it was a lifeline. She didn’t often drive herself—why should she? But this wasn’t the kind of visit she wanted anyone else to witness.As the towering iron gates of an old, industrial-looking street loomed ahead, she slowed to a stop. A hulking man stepped out of a hidden booth, his body brimming with muscle and menace. His face was expressionless, but his sharp eyes bore into hers as he leaned down to peer through the window.Before Matilda could say a word, he stepped back and pressed a button on a small device. The gates groaned open, revealing a sprawling compound that looked like a blend of a high-tech laboratory and a fortress.Matilda’s fear grew with every inch the car rolled forward. Inside, the space was stark and clinical. The walls were metallic, with strips of gla

The question struck Gray like a physical blow. His eyes darted nervously to Matilda, who was still trembling on her knees, then back to Master. “I—” he began, his voice faltering. He hadn’t checked in a long time. Months, maybe even longer. He had gotten complacent, assuming that nothing could disrupt her conditioning.“I-I don’t…” he stammered, his throat tightening.Master’s eyes narrowed, his expression a terrifying mask of cold rage. “Speak up!” he thundered, the force of his voice reverberating through the room.Gray flinched, his words choking in his throat. Before he could muster a response, Matilda’s muffled sobs broke the tense silence.The Master’s head snapped toward her, his gaze venomous. “If I hear so much as another breath from you,” he said, his voice dropping to an ominous growl, “I will cut off your head and feed it to my dog.”Matilda froze, her sobs dying in her throat as she clamped her hands over her mouth, desperate to stifle even the faintest sound. Her entire