I'm in love with my gangster boyfriend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

It’s 3 a.m. and I’m sitting on my bed, my palms pressed hard into the mattress as if it can keep me from falling apart. The world is silent except for the faint hum of the fridge downstairs and the occasional car passing far away. My phone screen is blank. No messages. No calls.I should feel relieved. This is what I wanted,  no Liam. No drama. No chaos. Just space to breathe. And yet… here I am. Wide awake, heart clawing at my ribs like it’s trying to escape.I tilt my head toward the window. The sky outside is black, endless. It feels like it’s pressing down on me. I wonder if he’s awake somewhere, thinking of me too. Wondering if I miss him.The thought makes me groan. I squeeze my eyes shut, press my palms to my face, try to force myself back to sleep. I try counting backwards. I try focusing on the sound of my breathing. Nothing works.This ache in my chest, low and heavy, won’t go away. It’s like

It’s been an hour since Celeste fell asleep.The room is quiet now the kind of quiet that hums. The wind outside brushes gently against the curtains, making them dance every few minutes. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks once, and then it’s gone.She’s lying next to me, her breathing slow and even. Peaceful. I haven’t seen her like this in a long time not since before everything went wrong.I shift a little, careful not to wake her, and she stirs in her sleep. Her hand moves instinctively toward me, finding my arm, and then her legs brush against mine. The contact is so small, so human, that it makes my chest ache.She leans into me, still lost in sleep, her head resting just under my chin. I can feel the warmth of her breath against my neck, the fai

It’s Monday morning — that grey, sleepy kind of morning where the air still feels heavy from the weekend. I’m half awake, bag slung over my shoulder, hair barely cooperating, when I step outside and freeze.He’s there.Liam.Leaning against his car like he owns the world, black hoodie pulled up, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee. The street is quiet except for the faint hum of engines and early-morning birds  but somehow, everything feels louder when I see him.My heart skips. My breath does that stupid fluttering thing it always does around him.“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrays me, too thin, too curious.He smiles, slow and deliberate. “I’m taking you to school today.” He pauses, his eyes glinting. “And every other day from now on.”I blink at him, caught between laughing and panicking. “I