Love is War: But I'd bleed for you のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

JEFFREY I stood in Kyla’s apartment for the first time without her in it, and it felt wrong. It was still and quiet.She was the kind of person who noticed if any object was slightly out of place. Her space reflected that, every corner was neat, clean and intentional. But tonight, it felt like walking through a memory, her absence felt like a warning.The words echoed in my head again, that cold voice from the call- “We have Kyla.”I walked slowly through the lounge, my eyes scanning the room for anything. Anything at all that might hint at where she was or why someone would take her.What the hell did they want from her?I kept thinking about Ronald, too. His distance, his silence, the way he looked at me like I’d become part of the problem. Like I had any answers to what the fuck was going on.I moved toward the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter. I didn’t even hesitate. I was starting to hate how easily I reached for alcohol these days, but without it, I didn’t

THIRD PERSON POVJeffrey stepped into Ronald’s office just after sunrise, the city still wrapped in early morning silence. The building was quiet, most of the staff not yet in, and the light filtering through the tall windows gave the office a cool, muted glow.He had only managed a cup of coffee with little food and no sleep. His mind had refused to rest for even a second.There was no use calling Kyla, he knew exactly where her phone was. And Ronald… he couldn't bring himself to face Ronald. Not after everything that had happened that night. Not after the accusations, and the fury in his eyes for something he had no idea about.Thankfully, Ronald had a meeting with his father this morning. That would buy Jeffrey some time. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with it, but standing still wasn’t helping.The wedding was in three days. Whatever this mess was building up to, he hoped desperately, that Kyla knew what she was doing.He let out a slow breath as he walked further into the

THIRD PERSON POV Before anyone could fully process the weight of Astor’s announcement, Silver stood up. The sharp sound of her hand against his face echoed through the lounge. Astor’s head jerked slightly from the force, but he didn’t react. His posture remained composed, even as the sting bloomed across his cheek. “How dare you?” Silver’s voice trembled, not with weakness, but fury restrained just enough to keep her from going crazy. “Where… where on earth, did you find the audacity to bring him in here? Weren’t your actions back then enough? Are you trying to fucking destroy me?” Her chest rose and fell as silence swept across the room. For Ronald, the entire moment felt like a familiar memory from the past. Like he was a kid again, watching his parents tear each other apart in rooms just like this. He had always known his father once had a mistress, but he’d never imagined a child came from it. And Silver, his mother, had once grown so sick, so fragile that at a point,

THIRD PERSON POV Ronald sat stiffly in the backseat of the car, staring out the window but not really seeing anything. His father’s ridiculous announcement still echoed in his head. A second son, like it was just a casual transaction that occured. He scoffed under his breath and rubbed a hand across his jaw.His phone vibrated on the seat beside him. He glanced at the screen, and froze.Kyla.He stared at the name for a long second, with an unreadable expression. Her timing was always just exquisite. Wasn't she supposed to be missing?His thumb hovered for a bit, then he finally answered.“Kyla,” he said flatly.Her voice came through immediately. It was tight, breathless, slightly panicked. “Ronald, we need to see. I have to talk to you.”He narrowed his eyes. “Why? So you can drive the dagger deeper? Or twist it this time?”“No. No… it’s not like that,” she said quickly. “Please. I’ll explain everything when we meet. I need your help.”That caught him off guard. His help? What now

THIRD PERSON POV Kyla had just finished her bath, her skin still dewy as she slipped into her silk evening robe. The fabric clung to her gently as she padded across the living room barefoot. She had barely settled when the doorbell rang.She paused.Only one person rang that way.With a slow breath, she approached the door and opened it.Connor stood there, tall, tense, and tired in his expression. His eyes scanned her quickly, pausing on the soft robe, the dampness in her hair. His jaw clenched slightly, but his tone stayed even.“Can I come in?”Kyla didn’t answer right away. Her hand rested on the doorframe, hesitant. But then she stepped aside, letting him in without a word.The silence stretched between them as Connor entered, his presence filling the space like a gentle storm waiting to break. He turned to face her.“Where on earth have you been?” he asked, frustration seeping through his words. “You’ve been ignoring all my texts, my calls… I came here. I went to the office. Yo