Torn Between The Mafia Twin Bullies のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Lily's POV"Gone?" I asked in awe, blinking like I hadn’t just heard Sasha say something completely impossible.She nodded enthusiastically, her curly ponytail bouncing like it had a mind of its own. “Gone. Like... poof. Vanished. Expelled. Escorted out by two scary men in black suits and a car with no license plate.”My jaw dropped. “Daniel?”“Your fiancé’s work probably,” she added with a sly smile, lowering her voice like we were in some undercover spy film. “Maybe someone told him Daniel was giving you trouble, and bam, he had him removed. From the school. And possibly the state.”Her excitement was palpable. She was basically vibrating.But me?I wasn’t so sure.Draco wouldn’t do something like that.Scratch that Draco wouldn’t do anything for me unless it protected his image, his pride, or that damn inheritance my name carried like a leash around my neck.I crossed my arms and leaned back against the lockers, offering Sasha a tight smile. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe Draco grew a

Lily’s POV“Damn, this place is hot. And you… you look beautiful.”Draco’s voice was smooth like whiskey, burning down my spine as he pulled me against him. I didn’t dare resist. Something in his tone made it clear...resisting would only make things worse.His arm draped lazily around my shoulders, but the grip was possessive. Like I was already his.“How about a thank you for the shopping?” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You should learn how to appreciate your fiancé.”My stomach twisted.He said it so casually. So confidently and he reminded me of Larry. I looked up at him, and the resemblance was devastating. That same wicked smirk. That same sharp jawline. The same eyes that could burn through every wall I built.He was Larry’s mirror.“How… how do I thank you?” I murmured, heart pounding. “I don’t have money or...”“Shhhh.”He cut me off with a finger on my lips.“I don’t need money,” he whispered, his voice lowering into something far more sinful. “I need yo

Lily’s POV“Discipline your fiancée, Draco. Don’t make me regret ever making you my heir. She’s your property, and the earlier you keep her under control, the better for the family. Her behavior at the party was not okay.”Mr. Raven’s voice was sharp, heavy, and final. Each word slammed into me and though he wasn’t yelling, the quiet rage behind his tone was worse. So much worse.I stood hidden behind the curtain upstairs, heart thudding in my chest, staring out the narrow crack of the window. The garden below was nearly empty now. The party, or what was left of it, had ended in awkward silence. The once-lively garden was scattered with shattered glasses, ruined flowers, and the ghost of everything that had gone wrong tonight.Draco stood by the family convoy, nodding stiffly as his father gave him the last of the night’s public humiliation. He didn’t say anything back. Not in front of the elders. Not yet.But I knew better.That stillness was a mask.He was simmering.And I… I was th

Lily's POVThe morning light poured in through the sheer curtains, soft but unforgiving. My eyes cracked open slowly, the sting of exhaustion dragging across every muscle. My throat felt dry, my lips swollen, and my entire body… ached.Everywhere.My wrists burned from where the belt had been tied too tight. My inner thighs were sore. Hickeys peppered my neck, my collarbone, even places I didn’t want to check. My body wore last night like a map of war...raw, bruised, and aching.I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to remember how I even made it back alive because the last thing I remembered was collapsing onto his mattress, too drained to cry.Slowly, I turned my head.And there he was.Draco.Asleep beside me.Shirtless. Arms wrapped around my waist. One of his legs thrown lazily over mine like he’d anchored me to him in his sleep.I froze.Shit.He was holding me like I was something precious. Like I was his peace. Like he hadn’t ruined me just a few hours ago.His face, in sleep, l

Lily’s POV“Are you okay, ma’am? Do you need anything more?” Agnes asked gently, her voice laced with pity as she set the breakfast tray down on the side table. Her eyes flicked to the bruises she was trying not to stare at my wrists, my neck, the base of my throat. All the places that told the story I was too exhausted to repeat.I gave her my best fake smile, the kind I’d mastered since entering this house. The kind that said I’m fine, even when my body screamed otherwise.“Since Draco’s gone for his urgent meeting,” I said softly, adjusting the blanket over my legs, “can you help me back to my room? My body aches... and please check the first aid box for pain relief. Anything that can help me move without feeling like I’m made of glass.”Agnes nodded quickly, her hands already wringing nervously. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll bring the balm and something to help with the swelling. And I’ll call for hot water.”“Thank you,” I whispered.She helped me sit up, and I bit down a wince as eve