The She Billionaire In Boy’s Blazer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Sonia woke before dawn, the cold light of the academy seeping through the cracked window panes. The room felt too empty, like even the shadows had abandoned her. She pulled Silas’s blazer tighter around her shoulders, breathing in the faint scent of him, salt, smoke, and something intangible, like freedom.Last night, his presence had felt like a lifeline. Now, his absence pressed on her chest like a weight she couldn’t lift.She splashed water on her face, her reflection staring back with tired, red-rimmed eyes. The girl in the mirror was a patchwork of lies and grief. A girl who loved too deeply and fought too hard. A girl who’d given up her name to wear someone else’s.And now she had to keep wearing it for him.She left her room quietly, pulling the door shut like a secret behind her. The hallways were hushed at this hour, the hush of sleeping monsters. She moved like a ghost, heart pounding in rhythm with the echoes of her steps. Every time she passed a closed door, she wonder

The door to Professor Rivers’s office creaked open just enough for Sonia to slip inside. The room was dark except for a single desk lamp casting its glow over a stack of papers and half-empty coffee mugs. She moved carefully, her eyes darting to every shadow. The scent of old leather and bitter coffee clung to the air.She’d learned to step silently. Silas had taught her that, how to move like a ghost. But tonight, her heart beat too loudly. Every creak in the wood seemed to echo in her bones.Her fingers trembled as she flipped through the scattered documents on Rivers’s desk. Most were harmless—schedules, rosters, fencing match reports—but beneath the mess, she found something different. A thick file with the name Lazarus stamped in red. She felt a shiver crawl down her spine as she slid it out, flipping it open.Photos. Maps. Names she didn’t recognize. A ledger filled with cryptic transactions and handwritten notes. A chill settled in her chest. Whoever Lazarus was or whatever i

Sonia clutched the file as if it were her heart itself. Fragile, vital, and at risk of being torn open. Her fingers trembled, and Eric’s hand on hers steadied her.They’d found a dusty storage room near the old north wing, a place even the ghosts of Daxton seemed to avoid. Shadows danced on the stone walls, shifting with the flickering light of the single candle Eric had found.He watched her with eyes so dark and deep they felt like they might swallow her whole. And she didn’t mind. Not anymore.“You sure you want to do this tonight?” he asked, voice low, rough at the edges from too many secrets and too many fights.She met his gaze, the candlelight casting him in warm gold and softening the hard lines of his face. “If we don’t…someone else will,” she whispered. “And then Silas will have died for nothing.”His jaw tightened at her words, and his thumb traced a slow, comforting line along the back of her hand. “Then let’s do it.”She spread the file out on the old wooden table. The pa

The man moved forward.Sonia’s breath caught, every muscle tensed. Her fingers ached from clutching the file, this file that could bring everything crashing down or save them all, depending on whose hands held it.Eric’s hand found hers in the darkness behind the broken statue.“Stay behind me,” he whispered, his voice low but trembling, like he was trying to sound braver than he felt. His eyes, shadowed but steady, met hers. He was trying so hard to be her shield, her protector.She wanted to protest. She wanted to stand beside him and fight this together, not hide like she’d done all her life. But the desperation in his eyes made her swallow her pride. He needed this to feel like he could keep her safe, even if just for a moment.“I know you’re here,” the man said, “And I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”Eric’s jaw clenched. She could see the muscles in his arm trembling. “You’re not getting it,” he said, his voice low, rough around the edges.The man let out a dark laugh

Sonia’s feet felt like lead, every step a reminder of the body she’d left behind. Her mind couldn’t shut out the image, his eyes wide with surprise, the way he’d fallen so suddenly, like a puppet with its strings cut. Her chest ached. She’d never imagined she’d be capable of ending a life. She’d trained for moments like this, trained to wear her brother’s face and his strength, but the reality was different. It was heavier and messier. She stumbled, and Eric caught her with both hands, steadying her. His eyes found hers, dark and worried. “Sonia,” he whispered, voice low, raw. “Hey… breathe.” She tried. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her vision swimming. “I… I killed him,” she choked out. “Eric, I killed him.” His hands were on her face, warm and grounding, thumbs brushing her damp cheeks. “You had no choice,” he said, his voice gentle but fierce. “He would have killed you. He would have killed me. You did what you had to do.” Her eyes darted away, shame burrowing deep. “Th