His Terms, My Surrender のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Theo didn’t respond right away. His grip on my waist lingered, his fingers pressing just enough for me to feel the tension rolling through him."Why do you say that?" His voice was quieter now, almost too calm.I shrugged, glancing away. "Not everyone gets the fairytale," I said simply. "Some of us just get the story."Theo studied me, his gaze sharp, unyielding. "And what kind of story do you think you have?"I let out a short breath, my lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smile. "The kind that doesn’t end with a happy ever after."Theo let out a low chuckle, though there was no real amusement in it. "That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?"I stiffened slightly, my fingers curling at my sides. "It’s realistic."He scoffed, tilting his head as he studied me. "No, it’s just pathetic."My stomach twisted, but I refused to react. Instead, I forced a neutral expression, meeting his gaze with cold indifference. "Not everyone is delusional enough to believe in fairy tales, T

The screen went black.Silence.For a moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.Then everything hit me at once—the gunshot, my mother’s lifeless body, Sofia unconscious in his grasp.Tamara’s party came to an end just like that.The music had stopped. The laughter was gone. People were still gathered near the entrance, whispering, crying, calling for help. But none of it mattered.All I could see was red.My twin brother—someone I never even knew existed—had just ripped my world apart in a matter of minutes. He killed my mother. He took Sofia. And now, he was playing games, acting like this was some kind of family reunion.I turned away from the chaos. I couldn’t stand there any longer.Tamara’s party was over. The night had turned into something else—something dark, something personal.I pushed past the murmuring guests, my hands clenched into fists. My body felt numb, but my mind was racing. I needed to move. I needed to act.As soon as I stepped outside, I pulled out my phone agai

A cold shiver ran through me.I didn’t know who was more ruthless between the two of them.Theo, with his sharp mind, deadly precision, and the kind of power that made people bow without him having to ask?Or Thomas, with his twisted obsession, his ability to turn love into possession, and the way he wielded the past like a weapon?God.Mrs. Rodriguez really got unlucky.Satan must have been doing a buy one, get one free deal the day they entered her womb.I forced my voice to stay steady, despite the terror thrumming beneath my skin. “None.”Thomas stilled. His fingers, still tangled in my hair, tightened—just enough for me to feel the warning in his grip.“None?” he echoed, his voice eerily calm.I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes locked on his. “Neither of you win.” My voice wavered, but I pushed through. “Because I’m not some prize to be fought over.”His jaw clenched. His eyes, dark and unreadable, studied me like I was an equation he couldn’t quite solve. Then, suddenly, his grip

Theo’s POVThe evening sky burned in hues of crimson and violet, but I barely noticed.Sofia was gone.And so was Thomas.I gripped the edge of my desk, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, each one slicing through my patience like a dull blade.Where the hell was she?I grabbed my phone and dialed, barely giving my men a chance to pick up before barking, “Where is she?”A beat of silence.Then a hesitant voice answered, “We’re still looking, sir. There’s been no—”I slammed my fist onto the desk, the sharp crack of wood splitting the air. “Not good enough.” My voice was low, dangerous. “You had one job. One. And you’re telling me you still have nothing?”“We’re tracking his movements—”“I don’t want updates. I want results!” I roared, breathing heavily. My pulse pounded in my ears. “If she’s not back by midnight, every single one of you will be dead."A thick silence hung in the air.The man on the other end of the call swallowed audibly

Sofia's POVThe room was cold. Not from the temperature, but from the sheer emptiness of it. No windows. Just four walls, a locked door, and the low hum of a dim, flickering light above me.I sat on the thin mattress, my hands trembling in my lap. My wrists ached from the tight ropes that had bound me for hours. Thomas had finally loosened them—just enough to remind me that I wasn’t free.I stared at him as he leaned against the wall, his phone pressed to his ear, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.“Aww… too slow, brother,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.Theo.My stomach twisted at the sound of his name. He was looking for me. I knew he would. But Thomas—he was always one step ahead.Thomas sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “ Tsk, tsk. You really thought Jude would still be there? You’re predictable, Theo. It’s disappointing.”I held my breath, watching him carefully. He was playing with Theo, enjoying every second of his control.A pause. Then his smirk widened. “Come on