Hired by my family Rival のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The corridor felt colder than usual, the air weighed down with unsaid words. Racheal remained bent on the polished floor, arms wrapped around herself, long after Daisy’s retreating footsteps had vanished. She hadn’t meant to sink so low, but her knees had given way without permission, trembling beneath the storm building inside her. Her cheek pressed lightly against her knees, she listened to the hollow silence of the mansion. The walls here always seemed to breathe secrets, and tonight they pressed in closer, as though listening. Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. Daisy hadn’t spoken a word, but silence often cut sharper than scorn. She might knows something. The thought pierced her, cruel and sudden. Daisy’s eyes had lingered too long, as if peeling her apart. Even if she hadn’t heard the full exchange with Amanda, there was suspicion already in her gaze. And suspicion in this house was a death sentence. Racheal pushed herself up slowly, her palms flat against the col

She couldn’t shake off what Mr. Daniels had said a while back. “He owned the company that rivaled ours. If we hadn’t made the move, they would’ve grown stronger. I sold the soul of our family to gain control. In exchange, Louis and his family… disappeared.” The words burned in her head. She prayed it was the illness twisting his thoughts, but something in his eyes told her it was the truth. Her chest tightened. Rage swelled inside her. For a moment, she imagined strangling him right there—how easy it would be. He was so frail, so defenseless. A bitter smile tugged at her lips. But instead, she forced herself to sit beside him, slipping her hand over his. “I hope you get better,” she said softly, lying through her teeth. Mr. Daniels gave a weak laugh. “I’m just happy to have found you. Now I can rest.” She stroked his hand gently, though her thoughts were dark. Then she stood, bent over, and placed a light kiss on his forehead before leaving. Once in her room, she locked the door

What made her so mad? Austin asked himself, sitting on the edge of his bed, his hands buried in his hair. He had replayed their conversation a dozen times, trying to figure out where it had gone wrong. Maybe it’s Amanda again, he thought bitterly. She always manages to stir things up. “Aaaargh!” he groaned, punching the mattress in frustration. He couldn’t just sit here doing nothing. With a deep breath, he pushed himself up and crossed the hallway, stopping in front of Racheal’s door. He knocked gently, his heart racing in anticipation. To his relief, the door clicked open. Racheal stood there, her head lowered, her hair shielding most of her face. “What do you want?” she asked quietly, her voice tired. “Can we talk?” Austin replied, hope laced in his tone. He prayed she would let him in, prayed she would finally stop pushing him away. “I just… I just want to be alone right now, please, Austin.” Her voice trembled, and before he could protest, tears slipped down her cheeks. “I

Luke ended the call, his eyes dark with unease. His mind was racing. How had he slipped this badly? The joy he once felt when Racheal disappeared—when he finally had the company all to himself—had blinded him. He never searched for her, never tried to end what he had started. And now, she was back, standing under names and families he could not trample on. “Dad, what’s wrong?” Amanda asked, noticing her father’s troubled face. Luke’s expression hardened when he saw her. “I can’t believe how useless you can be. Get out—get out!” he shouted, his voice sharp enough to make Amanda flinch. Amanda’s lips tightened, but she obeyed, storming out. Hours later, there was a knock on the door. Marcus strolled in, a bottle of beer in hand. “No need to panic,” Marcus said casually, leaning on the wall. “We can take care of this.” Luke turned to him, his jaw tight. “So what’s your plan? How do we stop her without ruining Amanda and Austin’s wedding?” “Assassination?” Marcus shrugged, taking a

Luke climbed the last step and paused. His study door was slightly ajar. He never left it that way. He stepped in, eyes sweeping the room. The desk looked untouched, but the file on top wasn’t where he’d left it. His mouth curved into a cold smirk.His footsteps moved across the marble floor, heavy and deliberate. A muffled voice on the phone drifted up, clipped and sharp. Then silence. For a few minutes, Amanda almost convinced herself he would retreat to his room and leave her alone.Amanda paced her room, heart still hammering from the discovery she had made. The photographs of Anna—no, Racheal—were safe on her phone, and for a brief moment she had felt powerful. She sat on the edge of her bed, forcing herself to breathe, though her hands trembled. Her father had always underestimated her, always looked at her like she was nothing but a spoiled child. Tonight would be no different.But the sound of his shoes against the staircase broke the illusion. Each step was slow, deliberate.