REBEL : THE DEADLY HIERESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

DANIEL I never wanted this crown.God knows I never did.All my life I ran from it, from the weight of the Order, from the endless cycle of blood and loyalty and the taste of power that turns the best of man to absolute beast.I wanted to build something clean, something of my own, something that didn’t reek of the sins my family carried like a second skin, but the world doesn’t care what you want. The world takes and takes until all that’s left is the villain you swore you’d never become.My parents are dead now, and it's utter chaos everywhere, but the Order was originally created to keep the nation upright and safe before it got deviated; the country's in trouble now, and the Order is needed to handle the issue, and as the only qualified bloodline, I need to take over the Order.Three million soldiers. 'That’s the number,' Maxwell whispered. Not three hundred, not three thousand. Three million operatives, scattered across continents, buried in offices, banks, ports, and governme

KILLIANI drove in complete fury without music while Ray sat quietly beside me. I was so pissed I had no words to describe my fury. He married her already, and Father is even pushing for a wedding, but what about me? Where does that leave me?He knew I was out there the whole time, yet he chose to have sex with her while I listened. Damnable bastard – the way she answered him like a lock answering its key.I was simply slowly losing my mind in absolute anger.Rage is a cheap drug when you let it in your system. I prefer mine measured, poured into a glass, and swallowed in one tilt of the wrist.The city slid by in windows and wet pavement.I drove past a billboard with his face on it; I tightened my knuckles at the wheel in a bid to calm myself.I didn’t go home. I went to the office with no sign out front, the one with the elevator that arrives before you press the button if it knows your weight. Ray went ahead of me and had the lights on already; he’d left the car early because he f

MIAThe night was wet and uneasy, like the city had overheard my call with Killian and was nervous about what it heard. Streetlights blinked through the rain, and my car hummed along the slick roads as I drove to Robert’s place.I didn’t hurry at all as I made my way steadily to his place.My work always looked calm and careful. Killian had called earlier, his voice steady, his eyes hard like stone. “I'm activating a kill order on my dad. Make it painless, swift and fast. Get Robert to do it." “Make it look natural,” he’d told me before, when I updated him about Catya’s parents. Killian had a way of making tough things sound almost beautiful, like he was weaving a story. That’s why I stuck with him. Robert’s house sat at the end of the street, its lights glowing softly through the curtains. It was nice, big enough to show he’d made it, but not so fancy it screamed he had something to hide.Inside, the air was warm, smelling of bourbon and a fire that was almost out. Robert answered

DANIEL Some days slip away like smoke; you try to grab them, but they’re gone, leaving only a faint smell of what’s already burnt out. That’s how these weeks have felt. Empty. Heavy. I keep whispering names to myself, names I’m scared to say out loud because it makes them too real. The Order’s been on edge, like a restless animal, sharper than I thought they’d be. Three million people spread across the world, carrying out my orders. They’ve been searching, digging into every shadow for William Junior, and still nothing. Every report I get says the same thing. No sign, dead end, trail gone cold. It’s like he’s learnt to vanish completely. I’ve stood in the glass room, facing people who’d do anything I say, and all I can tell them is, “Keep looking.” This is making me mad and spiral, but I can’t pretend we’re closer to finding him. If I lie, everything falls apart. So I say it again: “Keep looking.” And they do. Every night, I hear about their efforts: ports shut down, accounts

Gina laughs softly in sarcasm. “Men always find mercy when it’s someone else’s fight.”Maxwell gives her a look, a warning she shrugs off, satisfied with the stir she caused.My parents’ hands find each other, like they do when dealing with intense moments, Catya stares at the table, Klaus stares at the door, The twins pause, watching us like they’re reading the weather.I trace the scar on Daniel’s knuckles, a story I know better than my own. He doesn’t pull away; he lets me. “You want my answer,” I say, and the room tenses, most surprised because I’m not “I didn’t grow up with bedtime stories or warm blankets either, the men who shaped Robert also shaped me but I didn't decide to become a monster without scruples; I am as much an assassin as he is but even I know when to stop."I look at Raul. “I don’t need you to explain pain to me I've lived it my whole life.”His jaw tightens, but he listens.“There’s a lie that keeps men like Robert going,” I say. “They think their hurt gives t