Love In The Shadows のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Adriana's POV “I don't know, Juan,” I said. I haven't made a decision yet. I'm still trying to process all what you said.”“It's alright. Take your time. I just hope you make the right decision.” Then he stood up and headed for the door. “I'm leaving now. Get some rest.”I nodded, a faint smile on my face as he left the room. When he was gone, I lay down on the bed, heaving a sigh of relief. Juan's words echoed in my head, making my mind race.Diego. The man who tormented me. The person who never thought about my feelings. The reason for so much of my pain. He had done all that? Cleaned me, talked to me, waiting for me for hours? It was unfathomable.It sounded like something out of a dream, or a nightmare. My mind replayed Rodrigo's words. “He shot both her hand and her leg.” Brutal. For me. Could it really be… care? Or even as Juan dared suggest… love?The concept was alien, terrifying even. I didn't know if it was real or a manipulation. Was the elaborate show of genuine devotion

Adriana's POV He had just reacted with an intensity that surprised me, not just at the chef’s mistake, but at the fact that he remembered my allergy.He had never paid attention to me, to whatever I did. But he remembered such a small detail, something I had thought he would nver register, let alone remember. It was a big difference to the cold distant man I had known.“You remembered?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.He met my gaze, his eyes calm. “Yes, I did. I was the one that caused your previous allergy. I had to remember.” He spoke calmly, rare coming from him.The silence that followed was different from before. It wasn't awkward, but filled with unspoken understanding. It was a realisation that perhaps, my decision to return, to give him another chance, wasn't a mistake. He was indeed changing.“Are you hungry? I can tell the chef to prepare something else for you. Anything you like.”“I'm fine for now,” I replied. He nodded, glancing at the babies again. “I thin

Adriana's POV I sat on the couch in the living room, one of my babies on my arm and the other lying down beside me. The door bell rang and the servant went to open the door.“Adriana!” someone shrieked. I turned to see Camilia and Juan standing in front of the entrance. My lips instantly curled up in a smile.Juan's familiar voice floated through the house. “Hey, Adriana.”Camilia burst in first, her face lighting up as she spotted the twins. “Oh, my goodness! They're so precious!” She practically bounced into the room, her eyes sparkling.She hoovered around me, as I held one of the babies and the other beside me. Without waiting, she picked up the baby that laid on the couch.Camilia gasped, cradling him as if he were made of fragile glass, her movements surprisingly gentle for her boisterous nature. She cooed at him, her voice soft and sweet.Juan followed, a large bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. He had that relaxed, easy smile that made me happy. “Hey,” he said, his gaze swee

Adriana's POVCamilia and I exchanged glances before I glanced back at Diego. “What happened Juan? Why did you tell him to stop?” I asked, confused.“I didn't mean it like that,” he began. “It's just that he was about to give you the lasagna.”“Is something wrong with the lasagna? Why can't he give her?” Camilia asked.“Did you forget? Adriana can't eat the lasagna because it has cheese in it.”“Oh. Right. She can't eat cheese,” Camilia said.I looked at Diego, an unreadable expression on his face. “What Juan meant was that I can't eat the lasagna because I am allergic to cheese and cheese is in it,” I explained to Diego. Diego dropped the dishing spoon and it clattered against the glass plate, the sound echoing.He went back to eating and so did Juan and Camilia. His expression changed. I could tell that he was getting angry, annoyed even.Throughout the meal, I found myself observing Diego. He was different. He constantly threw glances at Juan. He didn't speak, not even when Camil

Diego's POV My mind raced, trying to formulate a plan, anything that could shield them from the impending danger. I knew my father and he would do anything to get to my family. Anything to kill me. I had no weakness, but now there was one. And my father knew.They had come back to finish what they started, and Adriana and the babies were their most obvious leverage against me. Just then, a flicker of an Idea sparked in my mind. The safe house. It was a relic from a different time, a place I had set up years ago for emergencies. It was off grid, and heavily fortified. It was the only real option for immediate security.I snatched my phone from the desk and dialed Rodrigo's number. The line rang and I waited for him to answer.“Boss?” Rodrigo said.“Come to my office right now. Be quick,” I said and hung up the call. After a few minutes, the door opened and Rodrigo walked in, shutting it behind him.“Yes, boss,” he said.“Rodrigo, the safe house. The one off grid. Is it still operatio