THE DRAY DYNASTY: LEGACY OF DECEPTION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

CHAPTER 42;The SUV pulled into the old shipping yard just after midnight. The headlights cut through the fog, revealing a tall figure leaning against a rusted container. Clark didn’t move as the vehicle stopped in front of him. The driver’s door opened, and the man stepped out, dressed in black, clean-cut, confident, and quiet.“You took your time,” Clark said, voice low, eyes sharp.The man shut the door without answering. He walked slowly towards Clark, stopping just a few feet from him.“You called,” the man said. “I came.”Clark’s lips curved slightly. “I didn’t expect you to show up this fast.”“You said you wanted him dead,” the man replied. “I’ve waited a long time to hear those words.”Clark folded his arms. “This time, I’m not just here to rattle William’s cage. I’m going to burn the whole damn mansion down. I’ll take everything he has. His wife, his power, his name. Then I’ll kill him. Slowly.”The man raised a brow. “Your obsession with him... is personal.”Clark stepped

CHAPTER 44William sat on the edge of the bed, the contract spread out on the table before him. The same contract he had drawn up months ago. A fake marriage. No emotions. No strings. Just business.But now… everything felt wrong.His hand ran through his hair as he whispered, “It was supposed to be simple.”He heard the door creak open. Liam walked in.“You’re still here,” Liam said.“Barely,” William muttered.“You look like a man who just lost a war.”William scoffed. “I did. With myself.”Liam stepped closer. “You care about her.”William didn’t answer.Liam sighed. “Why is that a problem?”“Because this marriage is fake. Built on lies. And the moment she finds out the whole truth, she’ll hate me. Maybe she already does.”Liam folded his arms. “Then tell her everything. Let her hate the real you, not the version you keep pretending to be.”“I can’t,” William said. “I don’t even know who the real me is anymore.”“You’re scared.”William looked up. “Wouldn’t you be?”Liam nodded slo

CHAPTER 46Clark leaned against the edge of the marble table, one hand in his coat pocket, the other gripping a cigarette he never lit.The room was dim. The only light came from the chandelier above. Across from him, Donovan Grant sat back in the leather chair, legs crossed, eyes sharp.“You’re wasting time,” Donovan said coldly. “This is the fifth week, Clark.”“I’m being careful,” Clark replied, his voice flat. “You want Dray Corp to fall, not to come back stronger.”Donovan scoffed. “Careful doesn’t win wars. It only delays defeat.”Clark stepped forward, leaning on the table. “You think I’ve not wanted to take William down from the first day I lost everything because of him?”Donovan narrowed his eyes. “Then why the hesitation?”Clark’s jaw tightened. “Because one mistake, and we’re both finished.”Donovan stood slowly. “Then let’s stop waiting. The next board meeting is in two weeks. My men will infiltrate the finance department. Your job is to give them access to the main serve

CHAPTER 48;The morning sun shone gracefully through the window of Kate's room. She rolled lazily on the bed; her body was frail and down. It felt like she had worked throughout the night without resting.“Is this how it feels when a lady is pregnant?” she muttered under her breath.She got off the bed and walked like a zombie as her legs wobbled like a duck on the marble floors. She got to the dining room and saw William sitting, staring blankly at the plate placed in front of him.“Seems you've gotten obsessed with the plate,” Kate said, pulling the chair and sitting beside him.“Does that have to do anything with you?” he replied without diverting his gaze.“Must you always speak and answer coldly? Can't you change your countenance for once?” she spilled out.“I don't care about the way I behave. I just want everything to be the way it was before.”“Well, if you say that… About Clark and Donovan—have you gotten anything about it?” she asked.He sighed. “Well, Clark is with the poli

CHAPTER 50A long, intense silence stretched between them. They stared at each other like they were going to disappear.“I mean, you suddenly change whenever I mention the East Wing. You suddenly act like you put something dangerous there,” Kate said, narrowing her eyes.“There’s nothing there. You’ve been there before. Once.”“Then why are you questioning me? It’s not like you put something in there.” She shrugged and rolled her eyes.“Just don’t go there without informing me,” he said, retracing his steps as he left for his room.Kate’s legs weakened. She held onto the edge of the hallway counter. She squeezed the letter firmly, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.“I have to stay strong and find it out myself. I don’t need any help. I’ll get to the bottom of this,” she whispered, determination blazing in her eyes.---Jeremy sat in his small room, his laptop switched on. His journal lay beside it, along with his pen. He kept scrolling through the data on his screen. The