The She Billionaire In Boy’s Blazer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The hallway felt impossibly long. Sonia’s footsteps echoed off the peeling paint and cracked tiles, every step carrying her closer to the auditorium doors and the world beyond them.Eric walked beside her, one hand hovering at her lower back as if to steady her, though she didn’t think she could ever feel steady again. Silas led the group ahead, pushing open the heavy doors to reveal rows of journalists, bright lights, and camera rigs set up like silent soldiers.The stage was a makeshift platform of wooden crates draped in a navy cloth. At its center stood a single microphone, slightly tilted, a thin cord snaking away into a tangle of wires.Sonia paused at the threshold, her breath catching.Rivers appeared at her side, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “They’re all watching,” he said softly. “But they need to hear you, Sonia. Not Silas. Not the mask. You.”She swallowed, the fear crawling up her throat like ivy.Then she felt Eric’s fingers wrap around hers, warm and ground

The hotel lobby was quiet, a gentle hush broken only by the soft clink of glasses and the distant hum of city traffic outside. Sonia sat on the edge of an old velvet chair, staring at the rain-slicked window.It felt surreal the world going on as if nothing had happened. As if Daxton hadn’t burned, as if secrets hadn’t spilled like blood in the streets.Eric came in carrying two mugs of tea. He set one down in front of her before dropping into the chair across from her.She watched him, her fingers wrapping around the warm ceramic. “You always make tea when you don’t know what to say,” she teased, her voice low.Eric’s mouth twitched into a small, tired smile. “And you always pretend not to notice.”They sat in silence for a moment, the air heavy with something unspoken relief, grief, all the things neither had learned how to name yet.Finally, Sonia set her mug down. “What do we do now?”Eric leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “We heal,” he said. “We build something better. And may

The council meeting was tense but quiet, a handful of older men and women huddled around a long oak table. They spoke in hushed tones about liabilities, reputations, the future. But Sonia barely listened.She watched them from her seat by the window, eyes drifting over the city beyond. In those glass towers, life went on: people hurrying to work, students heading to classes, parents shepherding children across streets.For years, she’d thought her fight would end with Daxton’s fall that the Cartel’s collapse would bring her peace. But now she understood: peace was never about erasing the past. It was about finding the courage to live beyond it.Silas signed the final documents without fanfare. When he finished, he looked up at Sonia with a small, tired smile. “It’s done,” he said.She nodded. There were no cheers, no triumphant music swelling. Just a soft exhale that felt like her first real breath in years.---Later, Sonia stood on the cracked stone steps of Daxton Academy one last

It was late when Sonia stepped out onto the balcony. The city stretched below her like a dark ocean, waves of lights and distant horns rising and fading. She pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders. For the first time in weeks, she felt the old itch the one that told her she wasn’t really safe, not yet.She thought she heard footsteps behind her and turned, expecting Eric.But it wasn’t him.It was Alex.He stood in the doorway, his hair longer than she remembered, the shadows in his eyes deeper. There was something different about the way he held himself more cautious, almost haunted.Sonia straightened. “Alex,” she said, surprised but trying to keep her voice steady. “You… you made it out.”His lips twitched into a ghost of a smile. “Yeah. Barely.”A silence stretched between them. Sonia felt her heart tighten. She remembered the last time she’d seen him, sprinting toward the library during the chaos, yelling at other students to run. She had believed he was gone or worse.

The warehouse on the outskirts of the city looked like any other abandoned building: rusted gates, shattered windows, vines curling around steel beams. But beneath it, Sonia knew, was the real fortress the heart of the Cartel’s new empire.Sonia stood on the roof of a nearby office building, staring at the compound through binoculars. Beside her, Alex was adjusting a small drone, his fingers quick despite the tremor of anxiety running through them.“We have three entry points,” Alex said, his voice tight. “North gate guarded, but sloppy rotation. The loading dock least guarded but leads directly to the basement labs. And the south tunnel old maintenance access, probably booby-trapped but closest to the holding cells.”Sonia lowered the binoculars, glancing at him. In the morning light, Alex’s eyes were hollow but sharp. His whole body seemed like a taut wire about to snap.“You sure you’re up for this?” Sonia asked softly.Alex didn’t look at her. “She’s my sister. I don’t get to back