REBEL : THE DEADLY HIERESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

MIAAfter splitting up, branches clawed at my arms as I pushed deeper into the underbrush, the sting of the fresh gash on my side reminding me I wasn’t as invincible as I thought myself to be. The night was damp, the forest thick with uncertainty, and every few steps I took, I could hear Louisa’s ragged breathing ahead of me. She was bleeding—her trail smeared red across leaves and bark.Perfect.I slowed down, bending low. My knife glinted faintly in the sliver of moonlight, my mind and heart calm but a branch got stuck to my side and I felt a searing pain but I’d learnt long ago that pain was just a reminder that you were still alive and tonight, Louisa was going to learn that you either do as you're told if you want to survive in the organisation or you get silenced. We were all chess pieces in the long room of their game.When I finally spotted her, she was slumped against a tree, clutching her arm where blood soaked through her sleeve. She looked up at me, eyes wide, her face pa

ROBERTThe gun felt heavy in my hand as my conscience for the first time nibbed at my heart, not because of its weight, but because of the decision I have to make to protect us all.I holstered it anyway, sliding it back into place as I turned away from Louisa’s shattered expression. She was on the ground, bleeding, her hand a mess of glass and burnt plastic. She looked so small and scared.Convenient.... That’s what I’d called her and it was true. She was convenient. She was an asset turned liability. She was the thing standing between me and survival, and in this world—the world I had chosen long ago—there was no room for liabilities or conscience. We do what needs to be done with no hard feelings. Still… a part of my heart broke at every word I said to her.I walked ahead, pushing branches out of my way, the night air biting sharp against my damp skin. The forest smelt of iron and moss, of blood and rot. Every sound echoed—the crack of a branch beneath my boots, the distant calls

MAXWELL The line went dead. “Louisa? … Louisa!” My voice cracked as I pressed the phone harder to my ear, willing her back with every ounce of strength. Nothing—just cold, heavy silence. I froze in the middle of the compound, staring at the dead connection like it had answers for me. My pulse pulsated heavily in my ears. This wasn’t some dropped call; her voice, that shaky panic—it screamed danger. “Damn it,” I muttered, pocketing the phone. “Gibson! Aaron! Get the trucks ready. Now!” Two ex-soldiers, sharp and steady, took off without question. My chest burnt—a mix of dread and fury. I’d known Louisa long enough to recognise true fear. Tonight, she wasn’t just scared. She was outrightly shattered. By the time I jumped into the lead SUV, five of us were geared up, weapons ready, faces as hardened as mine. “Boss?” Gibson glanced over. “Are you sure that was her? Sounded like a quick call.” I slammed the gear into drive, tyres squealing. “It was, and she’s in trouble.” The nigh

DANIEL I have always hated the smell of antiseptic—too clean and too fake. Sitting on that exam table in Liam’s clinic, I stared at the ceiling, heart pounding like a drum. “You’ve been fidgeting for fifteen minutes,” Liam said, his patience mixed with that silent judgement doctors have. “For a supposedly healthy guy, you look wrecked.” “I want everything checked. Blood work, scans—no corners cut.” My jaw was tight in worry. He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve done more tests in six months than some of my terminal patients. What are you looking for?” I shifted uncomfortably. “Not looking for anything. I just need… reassurance.” Liam sighed. “Reassurance from what? You’re veering into obsession territory, Daniel.” I swallowed hard, heart in my throat. “I want Rebel pregnant.” His face froze. “What?” I didn’t hold back. “I’m pushing for it harder than I should. Need to know I’m healthy enough to make that happen... to give her another kid.” The silence stretched. Liam leaned back,

MAXWELL I’ve had to swallow bitter pills every now and then in my life of work and reality, but walking up the path to Rebel and Daniel’s home, my chest felt heavier than any of those places ever did. I recognised Rebel as the enemy, yet Louisa had clearly instructed that if anything should happen to her, I should get to Rebel. Louisa’s last call kept replaying in my head. Her voice—shaky, hurried, regret dripping through every word—then silence. A silence that scared the living daylight out of me. I’ve been a bodyguard long enough to know what silence after a panicked call means. But still… I kept hoping. Klaus was already outside when I approached, leaning against the stone wall like he’d been expecting me. His arms folded, his eyes sharp, studying me like I was a question he already knew the answer to. “Maxwell,” he greeted flatly. I gave him a curt nod. “Klaus.” He pushed himself off the wall, straightening. “You’ve been sniffing around for days. Figured you’d show up