My Fortune Is Mine! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

"Nam-son?!" I say in astonishment. Diana's eyes widened with fear as her hands wrung together anxiously. "But...what about Giovanni?" She had mentioned earlier that Talia wanted to kill him. She moved closer, gripping my hand tightly as if her life depended on it. "My cousin doesn't want to interfere with anything. He doesn't trust me." Her gaze dropped to the floor for a moment before locking with mine again, desperation etched on her features. "But I know you would...please."I was at a loss for words, taken aback by the fragile vulnerability she was displaying - a side of Diana I had never witnessed before. "What makes you think I can help you? What exactly is going on with Nam-son?" I'm unsure of whether to trust what she is saying. "I don't know for certain," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly, "but I think he's been taken..." She paused, taking a deep, steadying breath. "A few days ago, I received a message that Nam-son had been taken b-" She stopped abruptly as if t

Dressed in the finest silk that money could acquire, I felt like a vision of pure indulgence. I was clad in a long spaghetti strap dinner gown with a slit, that embraced every curve of my body, stiletto heels graced my legs, and I wore a gold arm bracelet. I wanted to wear my mother's necklace but decided against it and put it back in the drawer, instead, I went with a simple gold necklace with diamonds encrusted on them. My lips were painted a deep, enticing red, and my usually tamed brown hair hung in silky waves cascading over my shoulders. Darva had helped me with my clothes and makeup, although she was strange, it was obvious she had impeccable taste. With the way, her hands moved as she did my makeup, full concentration. It was obvious she was skilled in the craft. I don't know Darva very well but there was something about her, a quality, about her. A kind of precision with her movements and whatever she was doing. Almost like she was trained or something. I laugh to myself, w

"I must say you're looking extremely fabulous tonight," He gives me a once over. I managed a polite courtesy. "Good evening Mr. D'Errico. It's good to see you again"He nods, that wolfish gaze sliding over to settle on Giovanni with a hint of sly amusement playing about his lips. "I'm glad you finally agreed to bring her along. What's a family gathering without her, hmm" He says. A tremor of unease went through me at his words. But I schooled my features into a neutral smile as Russo continued speaking."Julia, unfortunately, is unable to come, she sends her regrets for this evening," he stated, almost as an afterthought.Thank heavens for that! I grimace at the remembrance of the words she said to me the first time we met. That's one less pair of scornful eyes to endure. "A pity. My warmest greetings to her," I replied smoothly, unconsciously straightening my posture under the subtle weight of Russo's sharp gaze."I see you've met Gabriel, you two looked like you were about to st

My breath caught in my throat as I took in Talia's regal bearing, the confident tilt of her chin as she surveyed the crowd like a queen holding court. She looked dressed to kill, an image of the red queen herself. Her crimson gown seemed to smolder, her hair done up. She was clad in a regal hanbok, made of shiny red silk fabric that seemed to glow. The golden thread was sewn along the edges in pretty flower designs. A yellow outer robe went over the red dress, making her look very regal and important. The dress had a long skirt that flowed gracefully around her feet as she walked.Her makeup looked perfect. She had shimmery gold eyeshadow on her eyelids that made her eyes sparkle. Her eyebrows were nicely shaped, cheeks looked sculpted with blush and bronzer. But her lips were the most striking part. They were painted a deep, bright red color, like shiny red apples. Her hair was stylishly upswept and decorated with fancy jade and pearl ornaments and clips. A hush fell over the b

I backed away slowly, my heart thundering in my ears. "I...I need some air," I stammered out, the words feeling thick and clumsy on my tongue.My legs trembled like a newborn calf's beneath me, but I had to get out of this suffocating room. I had to escape the D'Erricos and the toxic cloud of violence and chaos that seemed to follow this family everywhere they went. Turning on shaky legs, I practically bolted for the door, the plush carpeting muffling my hurried footsteps. I didn't look back, didn't pause. I heard Diana's cries echoing behind me telling me to wait but I just ran blindly, my vision growing fuzzy around the edges as panic gripped me in its vice-like clutches.I didn't even know where to go everything seemed so hazy. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I burst through the doorway and skidded to a halt in the blessedly empty passageway. I immediately bent at the waist, hands braced on my knees as I gulped down precious gulps of air. But it didn't seem to be enough