REBEL : THE DEADLY HIERESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

JACQUE RHODESI sit in one of my offices wondering where and how we went wrong on Killian. After we lost Rebel and adopted him, we loved him and cherished him like ours. I created a trust fund and gave him companies and so many estates. Immediately we found her to avoid trouble, but I've lived long enough to know when a storm is coming.This is, however, heartbreaking and disappointing; he thinks he's clever, thinks he can hide his true intentions in a mask of pretend obsession, but I can see through it all, and I am so disappointed I let out a sigh in heartbreak, and Killian walks into my office, interrupting my thoughts.I say nothing for some seconds but stare at him; did we make a mistake? God knows I did what I thought was right back then. He sits immediately opposite me.“Hey Dad,” he began.I raised a hand. “Don’t call me that.”He froze. For once, that perfect calm slipped, and I saw the boy I took in: lonely, proud, always trying so hard to prove he belonged. My heart shoul

KILLIANThe gun range reeked of gun powder, I'd been here longer than necessary, and the kick in my shoulder was starting to feel like a dull throb in my head but it didn't matter. The target at the far end continued to stand there, its edges running in and out with the precision of each shot that I fired.It felt like the only thing I was capable of doing now was shooting, hit something, I am beyond frustrated as father cut me off his will but as soon as the bullet hit the target, I couldn't help but feel like I was just striking pieces of my own fury. I could not hit the thing that mattered. I could not hit what I actually had on my mind.I fired again.The sound reverberated out, sharp and distinct, and I could sense the weight of it push into my chest. I was tired of chasing dreams, tired of chasing rabbits who were only going to chase me round and round.I placed the gun down, cleaned my forehead of the sweat, and breathed out slowly. There was a crackling silence as I contempl

ROBERTThe rifle was hot against my hands as I held the gun. I could feel it trembling, a very slight, sick-making vibration in my hand that would not stop no matter how tightly I try to suppress it; my own breathing was out of sync, trapped in the suspended animation of fear and grief and regret. The weight of what I'd just done was tremendous, but I couldn't look back again ever. I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering the recollection of the shot, the way the sound of that shot sliced through the air and broke all peace at her wedding reception. Jacque Rhodes, the best dad I have ever seen in a very long time, had fallen to the floor, his life slipping before the crowd that would never understand why. Rebel was so shocked and bewildered, broken even, but I did what I had to do to survive, to get my freedom; Killian had ordered the murder of his own father as he assumed command of the organisation. He should be the guilty one and the bad one – not me. I was obeying a command as

RAUL I watched Robert for a moment, his shoulders hunched over, his back stiff as he walked toward the exit. He avoided everyone's stare most especially Rebel's, and the coffin front and center in the room. His eyes were cast at the floor, his feet leaden, as though a man who had crossed a line that could not be uncrossed. The air was thick with grief, a cloying quietness that clung to them all as they tried to make sense of Jacque's death. Some quietly cried, some praying under their breath, but my eyes kept drifting back to Robert's rigid shape, the way he seemed to step further away with every pace. I don't know what made me go after him, but by the time I had even thought it through in my mind, I was after him. My heels clicked against the floor, the sharp noise echoing in the quiet room. I reached the door as he was about to walk through it. "Robert," I said, my tone firm but with all the questions swirling through me. He came to a halt, his shoulders bracing, but he didn't

RAUL The years had passed by quicker than I ever anticipated, and yet here we were, ten years after the storm that had torn through our lives. A lot had changed, and nothing had. Rebel was no longer just my closest ally in the chaos. She was the leader of our faction of the Order, a woman who had learned to navigate both the darkness and the light. She had her daughter, Kezziah, named after her grandmother, and she was a force; a true reflection of both her father and her mother. In a strange way, I saw Jacque in her every time she spoke, every time she gave an order. And as for Catya, she’d raised Zilla with a similar love and strength. Our girls had grown up in private, away from the Order but they had strength, kindness, and a resolve that made us all proud. Yet, even as life had carried on, the past still haunted us. The ghosts of our decisions lingered, and I felt the weight of them every single day. Today was one of those days. I found myself walking toward the large, dimly