Love against the rules のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Cecilia’s eyes widened in horror as Rebecca swung the door open. Her heart raced. “What!!!” she shouted, already bracing herself for the worst. But it was just… Kay. A tall, caramel-skinned guy wearing glasses and holding a laptop bag. He smiled politely, looking slightly confused by Cecilia’s reaction. Rebecca chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Cecilia, calm down. It’s Kay—my friend. He’s the one I told you about earlier who’s helping me with my graphic design project.” Cecilia inhaled sharply and placed her hand on her chest, trying to calm her pounding heart. “I… I thought it was someone else.” Kay offered his hand. “Hi. You must be Cecilia. I’ve heard about you. It’s nice to meet you.” “Same here,” she muttered with a weak smile, still shaken. Rebecca led Kay in and waved Cecilia back to her food. “Go and eat joor, don’t mind her,” Rebecca teased. “Kay and I will be working inside. I’ll be done soon.” Cecilia nodded quietly and went to the kitchen. But even as she ch

The sun had barely begun to set when Florence stepped out of the hospital doors, her arm resting lightly on Felix’s. Cecilia and Alex trailed behind in silence, tension thick between them. Just as they moved toward the parking lot, a familiar voice echoed from behind. “Mr. Felix!” They turned to find Detective Obasi approaching with two officers flanking him. “Detective,” Felix greeted, nodding. “Thanks for coming.” Obasi smiled faintly. “Actually, I came with urgent updates. I need to speak with you all—together. It’s very important.” Felix sighed. “Detective, my wife has just been discharged and cleared by the doctors. Can we have this conversation at home instead?” “No problem,” Obasi said, glancing toward Alex and Cecilia. “But I’ll prefer we’re all together. Cecilia and Alex as well. Please.” Florence spoke up, “That’s fine. Let’s head to my husband’s house so you can update us properly.” Cecilia crossed her arms. “Mum, since you’re going with them, I’ll just head

The flashlight beam hovered over the object half-buried beneath the flowers. The officer took a cautious step forward, his brows furrowing. He crouched, pushed aside the leaves, and picked it up. A gun. Not just any gun—but a sleek, black handgun, wiped clean, no fingerprints in sight. It was cold, heavy, and freshly oiled. His stomach dropped. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. Another officer stepped forward. “What is it?” “A gun. Loaded.” The second officer’s face darkened. “Who the hell hid a weapon here?” “We’ll find out,” the first officer said grimly. “Sweep the grounds. Nobody leaves this place until we get answers.” He turned to Cecilia, who stood frozen behind him. “Please go inside. It’s not safe here.” She nodded slowly, heart pounding as she backed away. ⸻ Inside, Florence was just settling into her bed when Cecilia stormed in, breathless. “Mum!” she gasped. “They found a gun. Outside. Under the flowers.” Florence sat up in a flash. “A what?” “A gun, Mum. A real o

Sandra’s eyes were wide, the shards of the plate glittering at her bare feet like tiny blades. For a moment, she stood frozen, her lips parting as if to speak—then her knees buckled. “ Sandra!” Florence cried out. The sound of her body hitting the tiled floor snapped everyone into motion. Felix lunged forward first, nearly tripping over the coffee table, while Cecilia’s phone clattered to the ground. Alex and Obasi reached her together, easing her limp form onto the rug. “Clear the way!” Obasi barked, his voice commanding but edged with alarm. They carried her out of the house quickly, Obasi’s men falling in step like shadows. The front gate swung open to the street beyond, the evening air thick and hot, and within minutes they were in Felix’s SUV, tires squealing against the asphalt as they sped toward the hospital. Cecilia sat in the back beside Sandra, one hand resting lightly on sandra’s wrist, checking for the faint pulse she could feel. Her phone kept buzzing in her po

Felix slammed the door shut so fast the frame rattled. He turned the key twice, then slid the bolt across for good measure. His breathing was heavy. “Everybody stay here,” he said, voice tight. He moved quickly, shutting every possible entrance. The front windows locked. Back door bolted. Even the small side window near the kitchenhe nailed it with the extra latch. Florence was standing in the middle of the sitting room, one hand gripping the back of a chair like she might fall. “Felix… please… call Detective Obasi and his boys,” she said, her voice trembling. Even under the AC, sweat had gathered on her forehead. Felix pulled out his phone instantly. “Obasi,” he said as soon as the detective picked up. “Come to my house now. Urgent. Bring your men.” Cecilia was pacing, her arms folded tight. Every two minutes she left the sitting room and went to Sandra’s room just to check if she was still asleep, still safe. Each time she came back, her steps were quicker than before. Thi