When Betray Brings Mr. Right のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Alysha blinked, utterly lost, trying to make sense of the fragments of information being thrown at her. She glanced at the intimidating woman in front of her, who was now studying her with a thin, victorious smile. Seraphina leaned in closer, her voice a low, calculating whisper. “Let me tell you who you are, okay?”Alysha, too confused and overwhelmed to question it, nodded slowly, desperate for any scrap of clarity.“You are a servant of the Holland family,” Seraphina continued smoothly, her voice dripping with a fake kindness that masked something darker. Alysha blinked, absorbing the words with a surprising lack of resistance, nodding along as if each new detail were a lifeline. From across the room, Neil’s eyes widened, his shock barely concealed. What in the world was Seraphina doing?Seraphina, sensing Neil’s disapproval, ignored him, doubling down on her story. She handed Alysha a laminated ID card, its details stark and precise. Alysha squinted at it, reading the name in cris

“Charles,” Neil finally spoke up, his voice dangerously calm. “You’re overstepping. You have no authority here.”But Charles only looked at Alysha, his expression softening. “Alysha,” he said, his voice dropping to a gentle tone, ignoring Neil’s threat entirely. “If you don’t remember yet, that’s fine. But you don’t need to be afraid. I’m here to make sure you’re safe. That’s the only reason I’m here.”Alysha looked at him, uncertain yet drawn to his words, something flickering in her eyes—a glimmer of trust, or perhaps just a hope for escape from the tangled web she found herself in.Seraphina’s eyes narrowed, and Neil’s jaw clenched, the threat between them growing, but Charles stood his ground, unyielding, determined to protect her from whatever the Hollands had in mind.Seraphina’s anger flared, her eyes blazing as she hissed, “Charles! What proof do you have that this is Alysha?”Charles froze for a split second. Proof. He had none—no photo, no documentation, nothing concrete he

Charles guided Alysha through the gates of the military camp, his grip on her steady, protective. As they moved deeper into the compound, soldiers nodded in respect as they passed, recognizing Charles’s rank and authority. Alysha glanced around, taking in the sharp, organized atmosphere, the regimented movements, and the air of security that seemed to surround them like an invisible shield. They arrived at a secluded villa on the edge of the camp, surrounded by trees and high walls, away from prying eyes.“This is my place,” Charles said, his voice softening as he held the door open for her. “You’ll be safe here.”Inside, the villa was warm and welcoming, a surprising contrast to the stern, cold demeanor of the camp. The soft lighting and understated decor seemed to calm Alysha’s nerves, but she was still silent, watching him with a blend of confusion and cautious trust.Charles set her bag down and gestured to a seat. “Take a moment. You’ve been through a lot,” he said, his voice gen

Alysha sat quietly with Sisi curled up beside her, the little girl’s arms wrapped tightly around her, as if afraid Alysha might slip away. Sisi didn’t say much, her words limited to soft, affectionate whispers of “Mommy” followed by giggles, her tiny face lighting up with joy every time Alysha looked at her.Alysha felt an overwhelming warmth as she kissed Sisi’s head, feeling the softness of her daughter’s hair, the innocent trust in her touch. She wasn’t sure why, but holding Sisi felt right, as if this was a piece of her life she’d been missing all along, a missing part of herself she’d somehow found. The connection was instinctive, deeper than memory, and it tugged at her heartstrings, filling her with a fierce, protective love she couldn’t explain.Charles watched the two of them, his confusion barely concealed as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a faint frown creasing his brow. He’d seen many things in his career, but this—Alysha, who barely remembered her own name, b

Charles sat alone in the office room, his eyes fixed on the screen as the recovered footage played. The silence around him felt thick, heavy, amplifying each sound from the video. The lab was quiet, almost serene, as Alysha stood at her station, deeply immersed in her work, her face calm and focused. But the peace of the moment was shattered as Seraphina burst into the lab, her movements frantic, her face twisted with rage.Charles watched, his heart pounding as the footage unfolded. Seraphina dropped a stack of files, her expression shifting to one of shock and horror as she locked eyes on Alysha. For a moment, neither woman moved; Alysha looked at Seraphina with a faint curiosity, clearly trying to place her, but her face was a blank slate. She had no memory of this woman, no hint of recognition.Seraphina’s expression morphed from horror to fury, her voice echoing through the lab as she screamed, "Alysha Jarl! You bitch! You’re still alive?”Alysha recoiled slightly, confusion fli