Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 127

Damien's POV The night was far behind us, but it clung to me like smoke that refused to lift. Even with the hum of the road beneath the tires and the muted glow of the dashboard, I could feel the woods pressing into my skin, the echoes of gunfire threaded into my veins.But the worst part wasn’t the bullets. It was her silence.Evangeline sat in the passenger seat, head tilted against the glass, eyes closed. She wasn’t asleep her shallow breaths, the tightness in her jaw, told me that much. She was retreating, pulling herself somewhere I couldn’t follow. And that unsettled me more than the thought of my brother out there, watching.I tightened my grip on the wheel.“Talk to me,” I said finally.Her lashes fluttered, but she didn’t move.“Evangeline.” My tone was firmer, though I kept it low. “Don’t shut me out.”Her lips parted, and after a pause, her voice came soft, frayed at the edges. “What am I supposed to say, Damien? That I’m scared? That every time I close my eyes, I hear the

Evangeline's POVThe surface of the water rippled faintly as I sank deeper into the tub, steam curling in soft threads around me. Two days had passed since the chaos outside the gates, since Damien had shielded me from flashing lights and poisonous questions. And still, the memory clung to me like the faint scent of smoke after a fire.I had barely left the quiet corners of the house since. The world outside hungered for pieces of me I wasn’t ready to give, twisting my name into something foreign, something scandalous. But in here, in this room filled with mist and silence—I could almost believe I was safe.Almost.I closed my eyes, letting my head rest against the porcelain edge, my hair damp and clinging to my skin. The water lapped at my collarbones, fragrant with the faint trace of lavender oil someone probably him had thought to set out for me. It was indulgent, almost too much.But I was learning something about Damien Hunter. He had a way of giving without asking, protecting wi

Evangeline's POVEvery step I took felt like an announcement—not just of my presence, but of my return. After weeks of whispers, speculations, and headlines that dissected me like a carcass for the vultures, here I was. Alive. Whole. Walking back into the company that bore my name now, not anyone else’s.The plaque at the entrance gleamed under the light:EvaHunter Rocks Ltd.The sight of it tugged something deep inside me. Pride, fear, responsibility, all tangled in one knot that sat heavily in my chest. This wasn’t just a building anymore. It wasn’t just my father’s legacy, or Damien’s name, or a dynasty passed down like an heirloom. It was mine. Mine to carry. Mine to defend.A receptionist stood, startled, then quickly composed herself. “Chairwoman Harts,” she greeted, her voice respectful but laced with awe.Chairwoman.The word wrapped itself around me, unfamiliar yet intoxicating.“Good morning,” I replied, forcing a calm I didn’t fully feel.Behind me, Damien’s presence was un

Two days later.The quiet hum of the city outside my window had become a strange kind of lullaby. The storm of cameras and flashing headlines that had chased me the day I took my seat as chairwoman had slowly dulled into something less blinding, though still relentless. Every time I lifted my phone, my name was somewhere on the screen, trending, admired, envied, doubted.But here, in this office, there was only silence. A silence that belonged to me.I sat at the desk, the desk that had once belonged to Hunter, now mine its polished wood gleaming beneath the faint spill of afternoon sunlight. Papers lay scattered across it: proposals, contracts, half-read memos from restless board members still learning what it meant to have me at the helm.I traced the rim of my coffee cup with my finger, trying to focus on the lines of text in front of me. But my mind wandered. It wandered to Damien.Two days had passed since that evening since the bath, since the way his hands had found me in the