His To Ruin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 235

The skyline stretched before them, unfamiliar yet full of promise. Lights flickered across the glass towers, and the hum of the city reached their ears, not threatening, not suffocating, but alive in a way that felt like opportunity. Killian tightened his grip on Ivy’s hand as they exited the cab. The air smelled different here, cleaner, quieter, and somehow freer.“This is it,” Killian said softly, glancing at the modest yet elegant apartment building in front of them. “Our start. No Wolfe dynasty, no Victor… just us.”Ivy’s eyes flickered over the street, the cafes lining the avenue, the people strolling by. A small smile curved her lips. “It feels unreal,” she whispered. “Like we’re finally allowed to breathe.”The elevator ride up was quiet. Both of them let the silence settle, a peaceful pause that hadn’t existed in years. When the door opened to their apartment, the sun streamed through the floor to ceiling windows, highlighting the empty space that awaited them. Every corner fel

The sun hadn’t even fully risen yet, but their bedroom was already warm with the lingering heat of the night. Ivy stretched, her fingers trailing along Killian’s chest as his lips brushed over her shoulder. He groaned softly, tugging her closer, the sheets twisted around them like a cocoon of their own making.“Morning,” Ivy whispered, her voice low, rough with sleep and desire.Killian’s eyes fluttered open, hooded and lazy, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile that made her heart skip. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, nipping at her neck with slow, deliberate kisses that made her shiver.The hours slipped by unnoticed. Their world contracted to the heat of skin, the rhythm of whispered words and soft moans, the way their bodies knew each other after all these years, after all the chaos and heartbreak. There was no rush. No fear. Just the slow, intoxicating intimacy of two people who had fought for their right to love each other and now could exist entirely in the present.

The ocean stretched wide before them, endless and calm. Waves whispered against the shore, their rhythm slow and soothing, like a heartbeat in sync with the world. The sand beneath their feet was cool, soft, and untouched, as if the world had carved out this moment just for them.Killian held Ivy’s hand tightly. Not in the nervous, trembling way from the past, but with certainty, steady, strong, unshakable. Her fingers were warm in his, a tether to everything that had survived storms, betrayal, and heartbreak. He could feel her pulse, hear the subtle catch in her breath, and it reminded him, everything they had gone through, every shadow of danger, every tear and sleepless night, it had all been for this.The ceremony was simple. No grand hall, no flashbulbs, no endless speeches. Just the sound of the waves, the warmth of the sun dipping low toward the horizon, and the people who mattered most standing quietly around them.Ivy’s dress flowed like liquid sunlight, ivory silk brushing ag