Love is War: But I'd bleed for you のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

THIRD PERSON POV Max strode into the room with a measured confidence that made the air seem heavier. His presence filled the space before he was in, and when he finally spoke, it rolled out in a deep, coarse rumble that was both familiar and unsettling.“Hello, young Kyla,” he said, drawing out her name as if savoring it. “You’ve grown… and married. The Boss is impressed.”The words should have sounded like praise, but from Max, they carried the weight of a test or an evaluation she could fail in an instant.Kyla’s pulse quickened in her chest, though she kept her face calm, and her expression unreadable. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch.“What are you doing here?” she asked evenly, meeting his gaze head-on.Max tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.“I’m the one asking,” he countered. “What are you doing here, Kyla?”He stepped forward, closing the space between them in slow, deliberate strides. The muffled sound of his boots on

THIRD PERSON POV Astor rose from his chair, his gaze hard. “Sit down, Ronald.”Ronald didn’t move. “Dad, I’m done with your games. I’m done letting you drag me into your web. So tell me… what the fuck is going on? And what is this bastard doing here?” He jabbed a finger at Connor.Astor’s voice thundered. “Ronald! He is my son. Your brother. And you will treat him as such.”Ronald’s laugh was sharp and bitter. “The same way Kyla was suddenly my fiancée and I had to treat her as such? Tell me, what am I to you then? Not your son?” He took a step closer, his voice dropping into a cold edge. “You had better disown me, before I ever accept him as a brother.”Astor’s jaw tightened. “Don’t threaten me, Ronald.”“Take it however you want, Father,” Ronald shot back. “But I’m not going to sit here and dine with that snake.” He turned on his heel and walked out, the echo of his footsteps cutting through the tense silence.Megan pushed back her chair so abruptly that it scraped against the mar

THIRD PERSON POVJeffrey stood at the edge of his parents’ empty driveway, staring at the familiar brick facade. As he expected, there was no one home. No lights in the windows, no faint sound of the television, no telltale signs of life. Still, something in his chest pulled him forward.Circling around to the back, he stopped at the kitchen window. It was locked. Of course. But he’d been slipping in and out of this house since he was barely tall enough to reach the sill. He scanned the garden, spotted an old metal strip leaning against the wall, and pried it free.The first push at the hinge didn’t budge it, but after a few practiced jabs, he heard the familiar pop of the catch giving way. With a grunt, he shoved the window upward, the cool scent of his mother’s lingering herbs and lemon polish wafting out. Climbing in wasn’t as easy as it had been when he was twelve; his shoulders caught on the frame, and his knees scraped against the sill, but he tumbled inside all the same.The

THIRD PERSON POV Jeffrey stood outside his car, the evening air heavy around him, and pulled out his phone. He scrolled to Ronald’s name, hesitating only for a moment before tapping the call button. If anyone could help him right now… it was Ronald. The line disconnected immediately. He frowned and tried again, but it was out of reach. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips. Lately, trust felt like a fragile, breakable thing. He didn’t know who was on his side anymore, but Ronald… Ronald hadn’t given him a reason to doubt him. At least not yet. Jeffrey slid back into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. His search here had led him to almost nothing. If the people in that photograph had moved out years ago, there was nothing here for him now. He started the car and pointed it back toward the city with one destination in mind, Kyla’s place. If anyone could explain, it would be her. By now, she should be home. The apartment loomed ahead, and moments la

THIRD PERSON POVKyla rushed into her apartment and froze when she saw Jeffrey sitting quietly on the couch. His eyes were dark, tired, and filled with sadness. She had wanted to keep this part of his life hidden, but some truths couldn’t stay buried forever.“Jeffrey,” she called softly.He didn’t look at her. His voice was low but stern. “What more lies do you have for me?”Kyla sighed and walked closer. “I’m sorry, Jeffrey.”That made him finally lift his head. His gaze was cold, he looked wounded. “You’re sorry? You knew exactly who he was. It was right there, in your room. Why would you hide it? Don’t I deserve to know the truth?”Kyla’s lips trembled, but she didn’t answer. His pain broke her even more than his words could, he deserved the truth, she just couldn't be the one to ruin things for him.“Tell me, Kyla,” Jeffrey pressed. His voice cracked, his fists curling tight on his knees. “And if you’re going to lie, then don’t bother speaking. Lewinski. Who the hell is he?”Kyla