MARRYING My FATHER-IN-LAW のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

"Why are you doing all of this? What is it that you want?" My voice was full of frustration. "Why don’t we just go to the heart of it so you can tell me what it is you want? I just want to give you whatever you want so you can leave me alone. Okay?"Trey's eyes didn’t waver. "I don’t think this is any way to talk to me.""You mean to talk to someone who’s blackmailing me? Someone who’s threatening me?""I wouldn’t put it that way.""Then what way would you put it?" My voice rose, "What way do you want me to put it? What was it that made you choose me? I wonder” I asked while thinking it through,“Was it because everyone at that table was a man and I was the only woman? Is that it? You couldn’t choose your mother—obviously. And you couldn’t choose Rita because she’s…what value does she even have to you? You don’t know anything about her. But me?" I leaned forward. "Me? You admitted yourself that you had been investigating me and that you were obsessed with me. But, You know about Emer

For reasons I did not understand, reasons I was not ready for, I was laughing with this person. He was the most maddening person in the world. And being in here, he has made me tell him how I was feeling, and laugh with him. Ridiculous!This must be the second time I was laughing with him. As I realized this, I looked at him again, and I thought, 'What’s up with this one? Is he a psychopath? Is he... Like, what is it about him that can be so maddening and makes you laugh at the same time? Is he a psychopath? A narcissist? A master manipulator?But also...I’m very confused.And as I thought this, I knew it. He was dangerous. He was trouble. He was not someone to be close to. He was someone I was supposed to keep a distance from and tell someone—anyone—about whatever it was that was going on here.So, out of nowhere, I just snapped."Is that going to be all? I don’t have to leave Blackwind? Okay, right, done. Can I leave now?"He looked at me, and there was this look.I caught him off

Tina wasted no time rushing towards Treyson's side. Her hands went over him like a mother hen checking every feather. She touched his face, smoothed his hair, and examined his black eye with a gasp that could have won an award for most dramatic performance."Oh, my baby," she muttered, half-praying, half-cursing whoever had dared to harm her precious son.I watched the scene, feeling like a trespasser in some strange family drama."It's fine, Mom. It's okay. I'm fine. I promise I'm fine." Treyson placated his mother.Tina's face remained concerned, her eyes scanning him like she could somehow make his injuries disappear. "Are you sure, baby? Are you sure? Who did this?" Her gaze flicked over to me, and there was something about the way she looked at me—as if she was ready to attack at any moment.Trey sighed and laid back against his pillow, his voice soft."I hit my head pretty hard. I really don't know what happened. I went to the toilet, then I went outside the restaurant, the ba

I awkwardly stood up, brushing myself off and making sure I had everything with me with a quick glance around, Suddenly Trey's voice was heard commanding the room, and there was an edge and a threat in his voice as he said, “Mina, could you come over here for a second?”I looked at him, hesitant, knowing full well I was not going to follow whatever scheme he had in mind. But then, he pointed towards his mom with his eyes.He didn’t say another word, but he spoke to me through his eyes, and I understood what he was trying to communicate. I knew what he wanted.Reluctantly, I went closer to him.“closer,” he he said,I moved closer, hesitating but then, without warning, he grabbed my head, pulling me towards him.He whispered, “Do not tell anybody about our sacred agreement. One word out, and the offer is off the table.”“What are you two whispering to each other?” Tina said, her eyes narrowing as she first looked at me with an accusing glare, then shifted her attention to her son.Wi

I had to think quickly, "Because when I got there, the nurses told me that I couldn't leave him alone," I said, exhaling deeply. "He had a concussion. He's not supposed to fall asleep. So I was just there giving him company, and I must have lost track of time. And as you can see, I'm very tired, so I must have dozed off." "And holding hands?" Emerson shot back, "Okay, I cannot take responsibility for that," I replied, holding up my hands defensively. "I was not holding his hand. Maybe I fell asleep before him, and he took my hand, but I was in no way holding his hand. Okay, Emerson? I really need you to trust me right now." His expression softened slightly. "All right, Mina, I trust you. But still—what are you saying? You're saying that this is all over, and you’ve forgiven him? Is that what you're telling me?" I hesitated, knowing how this was going to sound. "I don’t know. But since we’re going to be working together, I don’t think it’s very good for us to have hatred towar