Love is War: But I'd bleed for you のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

THIRD PERSON POV"Why the hell would you adopt me?" Kyla's voice cracked through the dim room, sharp and raw. "I'm your wife, Ronald!"Ronald stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression cold as stone. "Only on paper."The words landed like ice water. Kyla blinked, confusion flickering across her face before it hardened again. "What the hell are you doing this for?""I know what you've been up to." Ronald's voice was low, controlled, but there was something dangerous brewing underneath. He reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone, tapping the screen a few times before turning it toward her.Kyla's breath caught as the footage played. There she was, clear as day, standing in the hallway of Astor Industries. Her eyes were locked directly on the camera, studying it. Then the next clip, another camera, and another. Each time, she was mapping them out with calculated precision."You think I wouldn't notice?" Ronald asked, his voice rising slightly. "You stood right there, st

The music hit Jeffrey before he even got out of the car. Bass thumping through the walls of Collins's mansion, the kind of deep, pulsing beat that made the windows vibrate in their frames. It was the sort of sound that didn't just reach your ears but invaded your entire body, settling into your bones and making your chest cavity resonate with each thunderous thump.Jeffrey pulled up to the curb, his hands still gripping the steering wheel as he stared at the house. Cars lined the entire street on both sides, expensive ones mixed with slightly less expensive ones, all parked haphazardly like their owners had been in a hurry to get inside. Mercedes sedans sat crooked against the curb. BMWs were double-parked. A sleek Tesla blocked someone's driveway. The chaos of it all spoke to the kind of party that was happening inside."A party?" Jeffrey muttered to himself, his voice lost in the cocoon of his car. "Are you kidding me?"He sat there for another moment, his engine still running, his

Jeffrey practically ran down the stairs, his feet pounding on each step, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He pushed past people who tried to talk to him, their concerned faces blurring together. He ignored them all, his only goal to get out, to escape, to breathe.His vision was blurry now, tears and anger and heartbreak mixing together until he could barely see where he was going. His chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped steel bands around his ribcage and was slowly tightening them. Each breath he took was plain agony.He burst out of the house and into the cool night air, his hands shaking so badly he could barely hold them still as he fumbled for his car keys. They slipped through his fingers twice, before he finally managed to grip them properly. Everything felt wrong. Nothing made sense anymore.Nothing.He got in the car and just sat there for a moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white. The leather creaked under his grip. His breathi

Across the city, in Collins's mansion where the party had finally died down, Ronald woke up with the worst headache of his life. It felt like someone was driving nails into his skull from the inside, each pulse of pain radiating out from his temples and behind his eyes. The light filtering through the curtains was far too bright, for a morning hangover.His mouth tasted like something had died in it, dry and foul and wrong. He felt like he had been hit by a truck, muscles aching, joints protesting even the smallest movement. His stomach churned ominously."What the hell," he groaned, trying to sit up. The room spun violently the moment he moved, the ceiling and walls trading places in a dizzying dance. He had to grab the edge of the bed to keep from falling over, his fingers clutched the sheets in a death grip. Nausea rose in his throat, and he had to breathe deeply through his nose to keep from vomiting.Where was he? This wasn't his room. This wasn't his bed. These weren't his shee

Ronald sat in his office, the lights off, the blinds drawn, staring at nothing. The darkness was appropriate somehow, matching the black hole that had opened up inside his chest. Three days. It had been three days since the accident, and still no word on the dental records. Three days of waiting, of hoping, of slowly going insane with not knowing.He hadn't slept. Couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Jeffrey's face… usually angry, as it had been that night at the party, but sometimes peaceful, as it had been on quiet Sunday mornings when they'd lie in bed together. Sometimes burned beyond recognition, a nightmare image his brain had conjured based on Officer Martinez's careful warnings.His office was a mess, papers scattered across his desk, empty coffee cups forming a small city of ceramic and cardboard. His assistant had stopped trying to get him to eat, had stopped trying to get him to take calls. She just quietly left food on his desk that Ronald never touched an