Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Aurora stepped into the hospital room, her chest tightening at the sight before her. Her mother lay still against the stark white sheets, a pale shadow of the vibrant woman she used to know. The rhythmic beep of the monitor was the only sound filling the room.“Mom…” Her voice wavered as she approached, her hand reaching out instinctively, craving reassurance.Maria’s eyes fluttered open. For a moment, confusion clouded her gaze before a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Rory…”Aurora sat beside her, gently clasping her mother’s frail hand. There was warmth there, but it didn’t soothe the ache clawing at her heart. “Thank God you’re okay,” she whispered, her voice thick. “I was so scared…”Maria’s fingers barely curled around hers in return. “I waited for you,” she murmured. “Where have you been? You look… different.”Aurora froze. Different? She glanced down at herself—at the silk blouse, the subtle makeup, the po

Aurora’s breath trembled as Grayson’s hand cupped her gently, his palm warm against her skin. She froze for a second, heart racing, unsure of what to do or what this even meant—but her body answered for her. It leaned in, soft and uncertain, reacting to him in a way she didn’t understand.His thumb brushed over her sensitive peak, and she gasped softly, eyes fluttering shut. A quiet sound slipped past her lips—so soft it barely reached the air, yet loud enough to pull something deep from him.Grayson exhaled sharply, his breathing growing heavier as he stared at her flushed face. Her lips were parted, eyes half-lidded, her chest rising and falling beneath her pajama top. She looked like temptation, wrapped in innocence.But she didn’t move away.She let him touch her.And that broke something in him.His lips left hers, trailing down slowly. He kissed the line of her jaw, then lower—pressing his mouth to the side of her neck, just above her collarbone. She shivered under him, fingers

The drive from Sunnydale to Harford City passed in a haze.Grayson sat silently in the back of his sleek black Rolls-Royce, eyes watching the scenery flash by, though he wasn’t really seeing any of it. The peaceful ocean views of Sunnydale slowly faded away, replaced by the towering skyline of Harford—buildings standing tall where there were once open skies and sea.His fingers tapped lightly against the soft leather seat. His mind wasn’t still. Last night had been a mess. He wasn’t the type to drink much, but last night he had gone too far. The thoughts he had tried to bury came clawing back the moment the alcohol hit his system. And Aurora—her presence in his life—was doing things to him he hadn’t expected. She made him restless. Unfocused. Vulnerable.Leaning back, he closed his eyes for a second. His body was heavy with exhaustion, and his stomach turned from the alcohol, but he kept himself steady. Showing weakness wasn't an option. Not for him.

Grayson discharged himself early from the hospital because he did not want to linger in a place he despised. Hospitals were the last place he ever wanted to be. He was already dressed in his usual elegant business suit, and the crisp white shirt beneath his navy blue jacket remained immaculate. He did not look like someone who had just spent a day and night hospitalized.The IV line had been removed only minutes ago, but he had not spared a glance at the doctor who tried to convince him to stay for further monitoring. He had heard enough, and his body had healed enough. That was all that mattered.The drive back to company headquarters was quiet. Grayson leaned against the leather seat of his luxury car while his sharp gaze remained fixed on the city skyline and his thoughts drifted. He had spent two weeks away while drowning himself in something that barely numbed the restlessness within him. Now the world expected him to step back into the role he had perfected, which was the cold

Sunnydale..The vast estate, which had once felt like a golden cage, had over time become a world of her own within its grand walls. And it all started with the library.When Edith had first toured her through the huge fortress-like mansion, Grayson's massive library had been the one place that truly captivated her. Towering bookshelves stretched endlessly, filled with countless volumes on history, finance, literature, philosophy, and art. Among the many subjects, the books on art called to her the most.She would spend hours flipping through the pages, her fingertips tracing over the breathtaking paintings and intricate sketches. The brushwork, the blending of colors, and the emotions captured within each stroke reignited something deep inside her.Before her life had crumbled into chaos, she had once dared to dream. In her first year of college, she had chosen Fine Arts, hoping to nurture the talent she had carried since childhood. But dreams did not feed an empty stomach. The harsh