The Untypical Marriage のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

ADRIAN'S POV“What’s wrong, Don Adrian? Aren’t you enjoying the show?” Vittorio DeLuca’s voice dripped with mockery.I scoffed, barely registering his words before turning back to the two almost-naked blonde strippers swaying their bodies in front of me, their bodies moving in lazy, practiced circles, trying too hard to catch my attention.I hated blondes.Since when? My inner voice probedSince a certain brunette walked into my life.With a sigh, I tilted my head toward Vittorio, sprawled across from me with his face buried between a stripper’s breasts. Idiot, I thought, as my eyes swept the room. Instead, the stifling red lights painted everything in a haze, from the dancers twisting around poles to the men standing like statues against the walls.Where the fuck was Antonio? He was supposed to be here by now.Vittorio was playing a game. He was reckless, but smart. I’d give him that. Still… he was scared. That’s why the room is packed. He wanted witnesses. He wants to look untoucha

KIRA’S POV“She lost the baby,” I whispered again, my body trembling. “Oh my God… I didn’… I didn’t mean to…” “Then stop acting like you did.” He spat, “You said it yourself, why the hell would you want to push her down and drag yourself down with her? That’s fucking stupid.” He scoffed, like he was annoyed he even had to say it.But I couldn’t process his words. My head was buzzing as guilt clawed at me.Kayla lost a child. And it was all my fault.I would never wish something this cruel on her.I stared at my legs until Adrian’s hand landed heavily on my shoulder, grounding me.“You’re shaking. Cut it out,” he muttered.“Whatever this is, stop,” he repeated, and I froze, becoming more aware of the chills running through my veins. I hadn’t even realized I was shaking, but I couldn’t stop. Tears scalded my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.“Enough,” he said once more, then he let go of me.“That child was doomed from the get-go,” he said flatly. Like that was supposed to make me feel l

KIRAS POVDylan shot me.The entire room went radio silent. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact. It's ironic that there was once a time I would have willingly given my life for Dylan.‘Dumb bitch.’ My inner voice probed.A loud groan ripped through the room. Wait… my voice wasn't that deep. It wasn't mine… My eyes snapped open to see Dylan on the floor, clutching his hand, blood trickling between his fingers as he groaned through his teeth.“What the hell—?” I turned to Adrian instinctively, but from my level, I could see his gun still holstered. He just stood there with a dark smirk curving his lips, relishing the moment.The sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway. I looked in the direction the bullet had come from to see Enzo, Romeo's brother, standing against the doorframe, with a revolver in his hand, smoke curling from the barrel.I hadn’t seen him around the mansion in weeks.What was he doing here?"Lorenzo, what have you done?" Gianna shrieke

KIRAS POVRomano stood in front of me, dressed in casual clothes. His overgrown hair was tied back in a messy bun, and his wounded face looked freshly tended to. He was holding a slushie, a burger tucked under his arm. Both his arms were wrapped in black bandages… covering up his missing fingers.What is going on?My heart plummeted. I lifted my flashlight, scanning the walls, the shadows. Had I somehow connected this passage to the basement? No… the catacombs were nowhere near Romano’s prison.So… how did he get out and what was he doing here?“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice cracking.He took a slow sip of his slushie before answering. “Oh, you look rougher than they described,” he said, like this was completely normal, me seeing him in the secret passageway that was only meant for members of the Vasilios family. They? My stomach twisted. “Who is they?”“I mean it, Romano. What are you doing here?” I repeated, firmer this time.He stared at me for a millisecond, a long

KIRAS POV“Yes!” Romeo said, slamming his glass down as he clapped in excitement. “—and I just happen to know about an underground fight at The Brac tonight. Very exclusive crowd.”Adrian didn’t even look up from his phone. “You must be out of your fucking mind if you think I’m letting my wife go somewhere that dangerous.”Romeo dragged a hand down his face and groaned. “No one’s asking you to come, man. Let her have a little fun for once.”“I’m a grown woman,” I quickly cut in before Adrian could reply. “You’re not letting me do anything.” Then I turned to Romeo. “But… hard pass. After being stuck in a chair for a week, the last thing I want is to watch half-naked men beat each other half to death.”“Your loss,” Romeo muttered, reaching for my bottle of water. He studied it for a second, then his eyes lit up with that dangerous spark of an idea. “Fine then. Let’s hit a club instead. Celebrate your new legs properly by getting drunk, doing joints, maybe invite some—”“I dare you to fi