The Billionaire’s Reluctant Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Alexander Hayes sat in his study, a room that hadn’t changed in thirty years. Dark wood paneling absorbed the lamplight, and leather-bound books lined the walls—not for show, but worn with use.The old grandfather clock in the corner ticked away the seconds as he studied the documents spread across his desk.“The evidence is conclusive,” Sterling said, standing by the window. “The poison they’re using on Damian – it’s experimental. Designed to mimic a natural illness while being virtually untraceable.”Jackson paced the room, unable to contain his restlessness. “How did you get this information?”“One of the research scientists at Blackwood Pharmaceuticals had an attack of conscience,” Sterling explained. “He came to us after Henry’s death made the news.”Alexander’s weathered hands traced the chemical formulas on the page before him. “The same compound was found in Henry’s system during our private autopsy. A much higher dose.”“They silenced him permanently when he got too close to

Ghost’s smile widened as he raised his weapon, but before he could strike, the hotel room’s window exploded inward in a shower of glass. Jackson Hayes crashed through, landing in a controlled roll between James and the assassin.“Get down!” Jackson shouted, shoving James behind an overturned table as gunfire erupted from outside. Ghost dove for cover, his own weapon barking in response.“What the hell is going on?” James demanded, his heart hammering against his ribs.“Your sister’s baby wasn’t an accident,” Jackson said, keeping his eyes on Ghost’s position. “It’s part of something bigger.”Across the room, Ghost’s laughter cut through the chaos. “The Hayes boy himself. How convenient – two birds, one stone.”“It’s over,” Jackson called out. “Our people have the building surrounded.”“Your people?” Ghost’s voice dripped with mock concern. “You mean the ones in the lobby? Such a shame about all that gas they inhaled. Serena thinks of everything, you know.”Jackson’s face paled. “You’r

The morning sun filtered through the hospital window, casting long shadows across Elara’s bed. She hadn’t slept, couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw those photographs – Damian with Veronica, smiling that empty smile she didn’t recognize.James burst through the door, his face flushed with anger. He was clutching a newspaper, his knuckles white against the crisp pages. “Have you seen this? The nerve of them, parading around like...”“I saw,” Elara cut him off quietly, her voice raw from crying. “On the news last night.”Rose, who had refused to leave her daughter alone, shot James a warning look. “Maybe we should focus on getting you well enough to leave the hospital, sweetheart. The new doctor said—”“The doctor said I can go home today.” Elara pushed herself up, wincing at the physical and emotional pain radiating from her core. “And I think... I think it’s time I stopped hiding.”Both Rose and James stared at her. “What do you mean?” James asked carefully.“Seren

The safe house was a rustic cabin deep in the mountains, far from the city’s reaching fingers. Jackson watched as Damian thrashed in his sleep, his hand instinctively moving to his left shoulder where a faded scar remained - the place where Serena’s bullet had struck him nine months ago.“Don’t... the papers...” Damian muttered, sweat beading on his forehead. “Not my mother... never was...”Jackson pressed a cool cloth to his friend’s forehead, guilt and anger warring in his chest. He should have acted sooner, should have realized something was wrong when Damian suddenly stopped calling. But Serena’s web of lies had been masterfully spun— even he had initially believed the story about Elara abandoning Damian at a point.“How’s he holding up?” Chen, one of Jackson’s most trusted team members, appeared in the doorway, his military training evident in his alert stance.“Still fighting the drugs,” Jackson replied, checking Damian’s pulse. “But he’s remembering. That’s something.”“Mmm.”“

In the days following Serena Blackwood’s arrest, the city seemed to hold its breath, awaiting each new revelation that would shake the Blackwood empire to its core. The carefully crafted public image Serena had cultivated for decades had crumbled, and now the full extent of her crimes was being laid bare.At the center of the unfolding scandal was Detective Morrison, the man who had worked tirelessly to bring Serena down. As the FBI sifted through the trove of evidence seized from Blackwood Tower, Morrison began piecing together the connections that would ultimately unravel Serena’s web of deceit.One name kept surfacing in the financial records and encrypted files— Travis Blackwood, Richard’s younger brother. “We always suspected there was more to Travis’s role than simply being Richard’s brother,” Morrison told reporters, his stern expression betraying none of the triumph he surely felt. “But the depth of his involvement in the Blackwood family’s downfall is staggering.”According to