SHE CAN'T BE TAMED のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Liam, filled with frustration and anger, slammed a glass onto the table, shattering it into pieces. "How did they discover our location?" he demanded from one of his wounded men. The man, unable to provide an answer, simply shook his head in defeat.Liam slumped into a nearby chair, his mind racing to find a solution. Suddenly, his phone rang, and he recognized the caller as Carponi. With a heavy sigh, Liam ran his hand through his hair before answering the call.Carponi's voice was filled with urgency. "Liam, there are things more important than the other! Find me my daughter within 48 hours," he ordered, leaving no room for negotiation. Without waiting for a response, Carponi ended the call.Liam stared at the phone in his hand, his frustration mounting. He knew that time was running out, and he had to act quickly if he wanted to save Donna and Arla. With a steely determination in his eyes.Liam immediately called a meeting with his most trusted men, those still able to fight despit

Arla gazed at Henry, her voice weak and trembling. "You? How come you're here?" she asked, her confusion evident. Liam, picking up on her familiarity with Henry, interjected. "Do you know him?" he questioned, his concern mounting. Henry took a step closer to Arla, his anger intensifying as he examined her battered face. "I asked who did this to you?" he snapped, directing his accusatory glare at Liam. "Did this son of a bitch lay his hands on you?" Arla, her energy waning, pleaded with Henry. "Please let us go," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. Ignoring her pleas, Henry pulled her closer to him, his grip tightening. "You're coming back with me," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. Liam's muscles tensed, his anger reaching a boiling point. "Let go of her now," he growled, his eyes locked on Henry's. Henry let out a mocking chuckle, relishing in his newfound control over the situation. "You know, for someone who is surrounded, you sure have a death wish," he taunted

Arla, her hair now shorter and dyed a striking purple, exuded an aura of both beauty and danger. Her once medium-shaded skin had grown lighter, adding to her new, strict yet alluring appearance. As she approached Henry in the garden, he welcomed her with open arms, pulling her into a warm embrace."You're back," she said, her voice soft as she gazed into his eyes. Henry took her hands in his, a smile playing at his lips. "I couldn't bear to be away from you for too long," he confessed.Arla's smile deepened, and a gentle chuckle escaped her lips, revealing a glimpse of her perfectly white teeth. The two began to walk side by side through the garden, their hands still intertwined. "So, what have you been up to?" Henry asked, his curiosity piqued."Nothing much," Arla replied, her tone light and carefree. "Just focusing on my self-defense classes and getting the rest that the doctor advised." She looked at Henry, noting the concern etched on his face. "Don't worry, I haven't missed a si

Arla's gaze locked onto Henry's, her voice barely above a whisper as she began to recount the story he had told her about their past. "You said we got married in secret because you didn't want your enemies to find out that you're married because it's dangerous as a Mafia boss," she said, her eyes searching his for confirmation. "And that I was an orphan."Henry managed a half-hearted smile, he knew he had twisted and lied to her. "Yes, it's true," he affirmed, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. "But the accident made you lose your memories, and you forgot how deeply in love we used to be."As Henry's words hung in the air, Arla felt a strange mixture of comfort and unease. She wanted to believe him, to embrace the love story he had painted for her, but something still felt amiss an emptiness that bite hard at her, leaving her heart aching and her mind filled with questions.Henry, sensing the shift in Arla's mood, leaned in closer, his eyes filled with concern. "What's wr

Under the cover of darkness, the estate that Henry called home was bathed in the soft glow of strategically placed security lights. Guards patrolled the grounds, their vigilant eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of intrusion. Unknown to them, Liam and his men were already in position, preparing to breach the perimeter and infiltrate the mansion.As the guards continued their oblivious rounds, Liam gave the signal, and his team moved as one, scaling the walls with practiced ease. They neutralized the perimeter guards with swift, silent precision before advancing toward the main house, their footsteps nearly silent on the manicured lawn.Inside the mansion, Arla slept fitfully, her dreams filled with images of a past that remained just out of reach. Henry, meanwhile, was out with some of his men on a mission The faintest click of a lock being picked was the only warning they received before Liam and his men stormed the mansion, their weapons drawn and their faces covered with blac