Marriage of Deceit のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Rylan’s POVLondon rain had a different sound.It was soft, cold and Lonely without Aurora.It soaked into the bones faster than any poison ever could.I stood across the street from the address Uncle Elliot gave me..a simple two-story home with ivy climbing the walls and warm yellow lights glowing from inside. With beautiful flowers and vegetables growing around it. It didn’t look like a house where secrets lived. It looked… peaceful.A place I had never been allowed to have. It felt like a home. Yes, A home! Where two people madly in love will love to stay together forever with their kids. A place that I never dreamed of. The Blackwood Mansion was known to be the second biggest mansion in Ireland- where lots of maids were. It was hard to listen to the sound of birds, it was never peaceful. While my Dad lived here in peace.My jaw clenched as I tightened my coat, rain sliding down my face in icy streaks.My guards stayed far enough not to intrude, but close enough to intervene if

Aurora POV When my eyes finally fluttered open, the first thing I felt was emptiness by the other side of the small bed. We had slow sex and I stupidly fell asleep immediately he let me go. My stomach dropped. “Rylan…?” I sat up quickly, the blanket falling off me. I looked around the room like he might magically appear from a corner. But the room was completely empty. Just like the morning at the motel. My heart twisted from anger. How could he do this again? Is it so bad to see my face after sex? He fuxking did it again!! He left without waking me and without letting me see his face. I clenched the blanket in my fist, my chest rising and falling too fast. “Why does he keep doing this…?” My voice cracked. I swung my legs off the bed and stood, pacing back and forth. Was he avoiding me? Was he regretting last night? Was he disgusted by what Rosie said? Did he think I was ruined? Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away hard. Don't cry Rora? It's just a man!! I can ge

RYLAN POVBlarke looked me in the eyes..and delivered the final cut. “I was never your father. So I feel no guilt towards you. Go ask Raine who is your father?” The breath left my lungs, the world stilled. I had no idea what he was saying.“I was never your father.” The words didn’t register at first.They floated in the air, unreal, weightless like something spoken in a dream you wake up from laughing. I stared at his back, at the broad shoulders that had haunted my childhood memories, at the man I had chased across continents in my heart.“What did you just say?” I asked quietly.Blarke didn’t turn around. He stood by the window, staring into the rain-soaked street as if it held answers he refused to give me.Then he screamed.“I SAID I AM NOT YOUR FATHER!!”My chest cracked open, and I held the chair for support.“Go and ask Raine who your real father is! Maybe she might know by now. Doesn't she always hate you? Maybe she knows.”I lunged forward and grabbed his arm, spinning him

AURORA POVHe spoke, his voice calm yet commanding, filling the room with authority. “I, Rylan Blackwood, stand in full support of my wife, Aurora Grey, as the President of Grey Group. When I thought the heavens were never in support of me. They sent my Angel for me. How can such a perfect man be mine?I was still standing in the middle of the boardroom, my pulse loud in my ears, my hands clenched tight at my sides -trying not to let anyone see how close I was to breaking down in tears seeing him.His strong arms wrapped around me.I gasped as his familiar warmth pulled me in, solid and real, making me overcome the loneliness.“Hey…” his voice murmured near my ear. “I’m sorry I’m late.”Rylan! I whispered.I buried my face in his chest without thinking. The scent of him was clean, and familiar that it hit me so hard my eyes burned.“I’m proud of you,” he said softly, one hand patting my back, slow and reassuring. “You stood up for yourself.”My heart swelled so painfully I thought it

AURORA POVI sat alone in Fiona’s room. The room was huge and now filled with beautiful paintings of my father. Who I had no idea painted them.Once, this had been the biggest room in the house, and Fiona's special kingdom. Now it was bare. Every trace of her presence had been removed, yet the walls still felt heavy, like they remembered her cruelty. I had the maid put my bed into this room, because I once dreamed of having such a big room for myself. Yes! I was always jealous that only Orla was allowed in. Not even Laden or me was let in. I had this fetish of wanting to sleep in here. And today I was fulfilling my dream. I sound petty right? But I was living in fear all my life. Is it wrong for me to be a little greedy?I walked slowly across the floor, my footsteps echoing.But my mind refused to rest. Suddenly Orla words flew in. She had the knack of taking away my little victory. The little happiness I had was being threatened by these foreign thoughts. “You’ll run away from Ry