A Night with Mr. Stranger のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

SOPHIA’S POVMorning came softly, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t wake up with a heavy chest.I opened my eyes slowly, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before the memories of the night before came rushing back.Damon. His voice. His touch. The way he held me in the rain like I actually mattered. The way he saved me from those men. A small smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.I turned slightly on the bed, my fingers brushing over the empty space beside me. He was already gone. Of course. Still… the warmth he left behind lingered.I sat up, pulling the duvet around me for a moment, just breathing. “Maybe…” I whispered to myself, “maybe things can still be fixed.”It sounded foolish. But for once, I wanted to believe it.By the time I got dressed and made my way downstairs, I had already pushed my emotions into a neat corner of my mind.My day should start with breakfast first, then work, then whatever comes next.The kitchen was quiet when I

DAMON’S POVTo put an end to the questions that had been building in my head since last night, I decided to bring in Sophia's kids to the mansion.Not only to live with their mother, but also, that'd be the only way to conduct paternity test on them. By the time I got back into the house later that evening, I was met with laughter.All three of them were in the living room, watching cartoon. Hayden was talking too fast, too loud—while Kayden tried to correct him in between laughs. Hailey sat beside them, watching, smiling quietly, her eyes following every movement like she didn’t want to miss anything.“How cute.” I muttered underneath my breath. Who would believe Damon Graham would be so excited to hear kids' laughter in his house.Right then, I wasn't a billionaire, but a father. A father I didn't know I would become.They noticed me almost at the same time.“Mr. Graham!” Hayden called, waving excitedly.Kayden followed, more composed. “Good evening, sir.”‘Mr. Graham?’ ‘Sir?’The

DAMON’S POVSince Hailey joined her brothers in school, the house had grown different. And somehow, that short time had already settled into a routine I didn’t question.Every morning, I would drive them myself to school. Hayden would always be the first to rush out, with his bag half-zipped, talking about something new he learned the previous day.Kayden would follow behind him, correcting him where necessary.Hailey would stay close, always watching and learning.Sometimes Sophia would come along. But even on the days she wasn’t there, it still felt like she was. I found myself thinking about that more than I should.This morning, though, is different. Weekend. No school. No rush. The house felt warmer.I sat in my home office, going through a few documents, attending to pending calls. Nothing too serious. Just enough to keep things moving.When I was done, I leaned back slightly, letting the quiet sit for a moment.Then my phone rang. I glanced at the screen, and I saw that it was

FRED’S POVI couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face when Sharon told me Damon had agreed that I should work in the mansion. I knew everything was finally falling into place.DAMON GRAHAM’S mansion. Here I come.The day I arrived, I paused at the gate longer than I should have. The place was massive, with tall gates, polished driveways that looked like they had never seen dust, gardens that stretched wide; trimmed to perfection, flowers arranged like someone actually designed every corner. Even the air felt different.“So this is how he lives…” I muttered under my breath.I had been with Sharon back when she still had access to this place, but I had never stepped inside like this. Never as someone belonging here.And now? I was in.A maid approached first, alongside one of the security men.“You’re the new gardener?” the man asked, scanning me from head to toe.“Yes,” I replied, keeping my tone steady.He nodded toward the back. “You’ll be working mostly around the lawn, he

SHARON’S POVI lay sprawled across the bed, rolling from one side to the other, unable to stop the smile that kept finding its way to my lips. There was a strange lightness in my chest today, the kind that made everything feel easier, calmer, and most especially, better.‘That girl is gone.’ The thought echoed in my mind again, and this time, I didn’t even try to push it away.“Did I feel sorry for her?” I paused for a second, staring at the ceiling, then let out a quiet scoff.“No. She brought it upon herself. She should have minded her business. She should not have listened to my conversation. She should not have seen me with Fred.” I turned onto my side again, hugging the pillow as my smile returned.People always ruin things when they refuse to stay in their place.And now, everything was quiet again.I got up from the bed, still in a good mood, and made my way downstairs. My steps felt lighter than usual, almost as if I had been freed from something I didn’t realise was weighing