Behind Him のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“BOSS! The Queen is calling out your name!” The man spoke urgently, fingers brushing the earpiece behind his ear as his sharp gaze swept the surroundings. He had been present at the auction, watching, waiting, and anticipating any move from their enemies.Across the dimly lit room, the one they called boss slowly lifted his gaze. His steel-gray eyes, cold and unyielding, gleamed like sharpened blades in the dark.“Kill everyone inside that goddamn house,” he ordered, his voice like ice. “I’m bringing my Queen back to our palace—without a single scar.”“Roger, Boss!” his men responded through the earpiece, their voices filled with unwavering loyalty.The mafia boss, his expression unreadable, took a slow, deliberate glance around, his blood boiling with rage within. How dare they? They had taken his Queen—his atonement, his salvation—from him. She belonged at his side—safe, untouched, and revered. Yet these fools had dared to lay their filthy hands on her.Unforgivable.“Boss! They’r

“Boss, they’ve arrived.”The voice of Erza Slain Velleoti’s right-hand man was low, cautious, as if uttering those words too loudly might summon something dangerous. Ezra took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember at the tip burning bright in the dimly lit room. He exhaled a plume of smoke, watching it curl lazily toward the ceiling before dissipating. He didn't even acknowledge the announcement with a nod or a glance. His men were used to this. Ezra never wasted words unless necessary. Before him, on a lavishly designed stage, women danced in near-nothing attire, their bodies moving in sensual waves under the flashing neon lights. Their gazes, hopeful yet hollow, sought the attention of the wealthy and powerful men scattered throughout the club. Ezra was among them, but unlike the others, he remained detached, unaffected. These women were nothing more than background noise to him. Their attempts to seduce him and capture his interest were wasted efforts. They could bare their

Louelita’s screams echoed through the car, raw with desperation as she fought against the iron grip of the man trying to drag her out. His rough hands yanked at her mercilessly, his breath reeking of smoke and sweat as he snarled in frustration.“You’re really making this difficult for me, huh?!” he barked, jerking her shoulder violently.Louelita tried to twist away, her instincts screaming at her to get to the driver’s seat—to find some way to escape—but before she could, the man grabbed her ankle and pulled her back with brute force. Her body lurched forward, and with a sickening impact, her face slammed into the hard plastic of the dashboard.Pain exploded in her mouth. A metallic taste flooded her tongue, and she felt something warm trickling from her lips. Her vision blurred from the force of the hit, but she forced herself to stay conscious.The man didn’t care.As long as she was breathing, he would keep going until he fulfilled his job—killing her.“You little b*tch,” he spat

Omar hesitated, gripping his phone tightly, his voice unsure as he spoke. “B-But, Boss—”Ezra's patience was extremely limited. He didn’t have time for objections. “Are you questioning my decisions, Omar?” His voice pierced the phone like a sharp instrument.Immediately, Omar shook his head, though his boss couldn’t see him. “No, boss. But what if our enemies track down your beach house? I’m just being cautious.”Ezra clenched his jaw, his grip on the phone tightening to the point where the device nearly cracked under the pressure. “Come here right away and bring that damn doctor! I don’t give a damn about my safety. Bring our men if that makes you feel better!” he barked, his fury barely contained.A sigh came from the other end of the line before Omar answered. “Understood, boss. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”Ezra didn’t wait for him to hang up. He had already ended the call, his focus shifting back to the unconscious woman lying on his bed.Her hands were ice-cold in his grasp, h

Louelita had no idea she was trapped in a nightmare.She stood frozen, staring at a heartbreaking scene from her past—her younger self, a frail little girl, curled up on the cold, filthy floor, shielding her bruised body from the people who were supposed to love and protect her."Tatay, Nanay… please, stop…” The five-year-old sobbed, her tiny hands trembling as she tried to block the next blow.At such a tender age, she had already learned the cruelest truths about the world. The father who was supposed to guide her was nothing more than an addict who, whenever intoxicated by drugs, lashed out at her and her mother. And her mother? She was a gambler who, whenever she lost, directed her fury at her child.The poor girl had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Her body was so thin, so fragile, that if she were to break, there would be nothing left of her. The bruises that marred her skin were proof of the merciless treatment she endured. Her parents, if they could even be considered such, h