Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Damien's POV The wheels of our plane screeched against the strip, the jolt slapping through the cabin like a warning bell. I didn’t sit back. I was already half-standing, body straining toward the door before we had even slowed.“Damien,” Edward barked, one hand braced against the seat. “You move too soon, you get yourself killed before you ever see her face.”His words struck, but my chest was a cage full of fire.The instant the plane hissed to a stop, I was at the hatch. Luca flung it open, the cold night air knifing into the cabin. My boots hit the tarmac hard, Edward and the others spilling out behind me. The airfield stretched wide and empty, a black expanse broken only by the glow of sodium lights flickering at the edges.And there across the cracked concrete I saw it.The sleek silver jet Nathalie had chosen, engines still whining from descent.I stopped dead, my breath catching. My chest constricted, because somewhere inside that metal shell was her. Evangeline.“Boss.” Luca

Damien's POV The moment the gun slipped from Nathalie’s hand, I knew it was over.But my body didn’t stop. Rage didn’t stop. The sound of the shot that had nearly taken Evangeline’s life still rang in my ears, louder than the gunfire all around us. My hands pressed Nathalie into the tarmac, every muscle coiled tight, every nerve screaming for me to end her.She writhed beneath me, spitting blood and venom. “You’ll lose her anyway,” she hissed, her laugh cracking like broken glass.My grip tightened around her wrist, pinning her arm so hard to the ground I thought it might snap. “Not today,” I growled, my voice raw. “Not by you.”The thought of what she had dared to do pressing that gun against Evangeline’s temple, using her body as a shield set fire to my veins. I had seen the terror in Evangeline’s eyes, the way she had trembled, the way she had still tried to fight back even with a gun to her head. And I had nearly been too late.“Boss!” Edward’s voice cut through the haze, urgent

Damien's POV The silence had been deceptive.For a brief moment, as Evangeline’s head leaned against my shoulder and her breathing steadied, I had almost let myself believe the worst was behind us. Almost. But I should have known better. In my world, calm wasn’t peace, it was prelude.The first sign came when the captain’s voice crackled through the intercom, too clipped, too careful.“Sir, we… we may have a situation.”My hand, still wrapped around Evangeline’s, tightened reflexively. She stirred, lifting her head from me, her eyes searching my face for answers I wasn’t ready to give.I leaned forward, pressing the button on the panel. “What kind of situation?” My voice was sharp, the kind that brooked no hesitation.The pause on the other end was all the confirmation I needed. “Unidentified aircraft. Closing in fast. No flight plan filed.”Cold spread through my chest, steady and merciless. An ambush.“Turn off the intercom,” I ordered, then immediately pressed the button again, my

Damien's POV The silence after gunfire was always the worst.It wasn’t real silence just the ringing in my ears, the hiss of smoke, the low groan of the engines fighting to hold steady—but compared to the chaos seconds ago, it felt like standing inside a tomb.My chest heaved with the effort of breathing, the weight of the rifle still firm in my grip. My knuckles were raw, slick with blood that wasn’t all mine.And in that silence, the only sound that mattered was her.Evangeline.Her shaky breaths, the small whimpers she tried to hide, the way the seat leather creaked as she shifted behind me.I turned slowly, lowering the rifle, though my body stayed taut, ready for another wave. My eyes found hers instantly—wide, wet, luminous with both fear and something that cut deeper: faith.She was alive. That was all that mattered.I crouched in front of her, trying to make my voice steady, human, when inside I was still pure violence. “Are you hurt?”She shook her head quickly, too quickly,

Damien's POV The forest had become a graveyard of echoes.Gunshots still cracked through the night, ricocheting off trees, splintering bark, carving scars into the earth. The acrid smell of gunpowder hung thick, burning the back of my throat.Evangeline clung to me like I was her last lifeline and maybe I was. Her trembling was so violent I could feel it through the layers of my jacket, yet she stayed quiet, burying her face against my chest as the world exploded around us.I shifted just enough to return fire, the recoil punching through my arm, steady and brutal. Each pull of the trigger was calculated, deliberate. I wasn’t shooting to scare. I was shooting to kill.But it wasn’t enough.They had numbers, and worse, they had him.My brother.Even in the chaos, I could see him in glimpses between the trees, his shadow slipping in and out of the moonlight, his smirk carved into his face like it had been born there. He never fired a shot. He didn’t need to. His men were the bullets, h