A Bond Not Meant To Be のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Georgina left and returned minutes later, holding a crumpled sheet of paper. The cousins examined it like it was a battle plan.“Perfect,” Marcellus muttered. “Time to restore some order.”Lucille was in the kitchen when Georgina approached, her eyes wide with concern.“They asked for the list,” Georgina whispered.Lucille paused, her hands frozen mid-task. “What list?”“Your original duty list. The one Edward signed.”Lucille shook her head slowly. “No, that’s old. He canceled those chores himself.”“I told them that, but they claimed Edward instructed them to start using it again,” Georgina said, clearly worried. “I don’t believe them, Lucille.”Lucille blinked in confusion. “You don’t believe them?” she whispered. “Can they even act without Edward’s order?”Georgina shrugged, frustration on her face. “Those people are unpredictable. They’ll do whatever they want.”“Did Edward say anything to you?” Lucille pressed.“No! He didn’t,” Georgina spat. “In fact, I asked to speak to him di

"She fainted!" Georgina screamed, running out. Ophelia followed behind her."Call him!" Georgina who had rushed over to Lucille's motionless body motioned on Ophelia.Swiftly, Ophelia ran into the main house and soon returned with the four cousins.The moment their gazes landed on Lucille, Marcellus’s face went pale. "Get water! Quick!""Lucille! Lucille!" Ophelia shook her, her eyes full of tears.Ophelia rose to her feet, stormed toward Marcellus who was in panic. She held his collar, shaking him. "You killed her! Wicked thing!" "All the Elites are evil! You all deserve to rot!" Ophelia shrielled.Arabella stepped backward, and in a flash disappeared into the house.Ophelia left Marcellus, rushed to Lucille again, and knelt beside her. "Don't do this please," she broke into a deep sob One of the guards returned with a bucket of water. Georgina took it from him, and sprinkled some on Lucille's face. She stirred, coughing."Lucille?" Georgina held her head. "Can you hear me?""Thank

He walked in slowly. It was his first time in her small room. There was just a plain bed, a chair, and a little table. Nothing special. He sat on the edge of the bed.Lucille sat at the other end, watching him with a blank expression.Edward looked at her. "I didn’t know they were hurting you. I didn’t know you fainted. Georgina told me when I came back. I’m sorry."Lucille didn’t say anything.He kept talking. "Yes, I sent that video. But it was meant for my staff at the office, for my secretary. I didn’t know they would use it to hurt you, I swear."Still, she said nothing."I kicked them out," he added. "They’re gone now."Lucille stared at him for a long time. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet."That doesn’t change anything."Edward’s shoulders sank. "Lucille—""I’m your slave. Your family hates me," she said calmly. "And they always will. They think I’m not good enough to be here. That I don’t belong.""That’s not true. You're not my slave.""It is true," she replied. "

Mitch Jones paced back and forth in his office, hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat. The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floor. His office was quiet except for the distant hum of campaign noise outside. But inside, everything felt loud. His thoughts, his doubts, and his racing heart.Sitting on the edge of the leather couch was Daryl Greene, an old friend and fellow member of the Tribunal Council. Daryl looked uneasy, as if he had wrestled with himself for days before finally deciding to come here."Mitch," Daryl said at last, breaking the silence. "I didn't come here to gossip. This is serious. They're planning to remove you."Mitch stopped pacing and turned slowly, brows furrowed. "I heard you the first time. The Tribunal Council. Right?"Daryl nodded. "Yes. The Executives have already had meetings without you. It’s all about your decision during that omega's trial. They think you’re too independent. Too stu

The sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the dry fields of the lower districts. It was election day, and the atmosphere was tense.Everyone knew this was not just a normal election. It was a day that could change everything. Or, as many feared, it could change nothing at all.Lucille stood by the narrow window of Ophelia's room, watching the quiet streets come to life. She had barely slept. Her thoughts were heavy. Her heart even heavier.Behind her, Ophelia tied her hair into a low braid, humming softly to keep herself calm."Are you okay?" Lucille asked, still facing the window.Ophelia paused. "I’m not sure. It’s hard to feel anything today except a quiet kind of dread."Lucille turned. "Do you think, things will be different this time?"Ophelia gave a short laugh, shaking her head. "When have they ever been? The executives pick their candidates, and we march in and vote like good little sheep."Lucille crossed her arms. "And if you don’t?"Ophelia’s voice