His Terms, My Surrender のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

A week passed, each day a blur of renewed torment. The cycle had begun again, but this time, it was worse. Theo's cruelty had escalated. He wasn't just verbally abusing me, or… using me. He was hitting me now, his fists and his belt leaving angry welts across my body.The physical pain was excruciating, but it was the emotional agony that truly broke me. And the worst part was, I was carrying his twins. Five months along, and every blow, every insult, felt like a direct attack on them. The thought of them growing inside me, innocent and vulnerable, while I was subjected to this… it was unbearable. Each day was a battle, not just for my own survival, but for theirs too. I felt so utterly helpless, so completely trapped.Lina entered my room, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and fear. She carried a tray of bland food and a set of simple, loose-fitting clothes. She placed the tray on the small table beside my bed, her movements hesitant. "Miss Sofia," she whispered, her voice barel

Sofia's POVI felt drained. Weak. Exhausted.Every step I took alongside Theo’s mother felt heavier than the last, my body moving on autopilot as she led me through the hallways. My wrists ached from his grip, my skin still burning from the way he had handled me. I wanted to collapse, to let the floor swallow me whole, but I couldn’t. Not here. Not now.“Theo has always been stubborn,” his mother said softly, her voice breaking through the haze in my mind. “He acts as if he doesn’t care, but I know my son. He cares too much.”I kept my eyes down, focused on the intricate patterns of the carpet beneath my feet. I didn’t want to talk about Theo. I didn’t want to hear excuses for the way he had treated me.“He loves you, Sofia,” she continued, her grip on my arm tightening slightly. “Even if he doesn’t know how to show it.”Something in my chest twisted painfully. Love? That wasn’t love. Love wasn’t bruises. Love wasn’t being dragged down hallways like property. Love wasn’t—I swallowed

Victor Vasquez sat at the back of a dimly lit bar, his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He looked relaxed, like a man who thought he was untouchable. Like a man who had no idea his time was running out.I stepped inside, my presence shifting the atmosphere instantly. The low murmur of conversation faded, and a few heads turned before quickly looking away. They knew who I was. They knew better than to stare.But Victor?He didn’t flinch—at first.His dark eyes flickered to me, and for a brief second, confusion flashed across his face. He wasn’t expecting me.Good.I walked toward him, slow and controlled, watching as realization began to dawn on him. His grip on the glass tightened, his posture stiffening.Still, he forced a smirk and leaned back, trying to play it cool."Theo," he greeted, his voice smooth but slightly strained. "Didn’t expect to see you here. What brings the mafia lord of New York to a place like this?"I pulled out the chair across from him and sat down, r

The morning light seeped through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets still slightly wrinkled from sleep, but my mind was already alert.Reaching for the pack on my nightstand, I pulled out a cigarette, placing it between my lips as I lit it with a flick of my lighter. The first inhale was slow, controlled, the burn settling deep in my lungs before I exhaled, watching the smoke curl in the air.Another day. Another move to make.The estate was silent, save for the distant hum of activity outside—guards switching shifts, engines purring as cars came and went. Business as usual.I stood, taking another drag as I moved toward the window, pushing the curtain aside. The estate grounds stretched before me, perfectly maintained, perfectly controlled. Just like everything else in my world.I had work to do.Crushing the cigarette into the ashtray, I turned away, heading for the shower. Steam curled around me as I stepped out of th

Elianna’s gaze remained steady, but I saw the flicker of calculation behind her eyes. Then, with a slow inhale, she lifted her chin.“I don’t know.”I chuckled, low and sharp, shaking my head. “Huh.”She didn’t waver, didn’t blink. But I knew that was a lie.I let the silence stretch, studying her, watching the way her shoulders squared, the way her fingers curled subtly against her sides. Holding her ground. Holding her secrets.Then, like a switch flipping, something clicked in my mind. A memory. A phrase.I narrowed my eyes. “That’s funny.”She said nothing.I took a slow step closer, tilting my head. “You know why?” I asked, voice deceptively calm.She didn’t answer.I smirked. “Because I’ve heard those words before.”Another step.Elianna’s breath remained steady, but I saw the slightest shift in her stance. Preparing. Bracing.I exhaled, a slow, mocking laugh. “Oh, that’s right.” I let my voice drop, my tone thick with amusement. “Your lover said the same thing.”And just like t