Luciano: Entrapped By My StepBrother's Sin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Everything came to a freeze.There was no winner, no loser. No grand victory nor crushing defeat.Just two digits, identical and merciless, glowing on the screen like a verdict neither side had prayed for.10,000,02510,000,025A tie.And it was the kind of tie that didn't bring relief but left behind a silence so sharp it could cut skin, and one that buzzed against the air like a wire stretched too tight, almost ready to snap.Both Noora and Luciano stood there, unmoving, Noora’s eyes glued to the screen as if hoping or pleading for one last shift in numbers, for a single digit to swing, to grant closure to a battle that had drained every drop of breath and blood from them.But nothing changed. The world stopped right there.And in that silence that had no name, no shape, where everyone else stared at them in stunned disbelief, trying to read the storm brewing beneath their stillness, it was Icarus who broke it.“The game is over, Mr. Richardson,” he said, the words not loud, not sof

The silence was so thick it could choke a man.Noora’s breath hitched, her pulse hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The words echoed in her skull sharply, slicing through her composure.Lie down beneath me.Her fingers twitched, nails digging into her palms. The air was charged with hatred, something that tasted like fury and something else, something darker, something she refused to name.Luciano’s gaze never wavered. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes… those storm-gray eyes taunted her challengingly.Go on. Refuse. Show me your limits.And Noora?She wanted to claw that smirk off his face.But more than that—She wanted to win.So, she smiled. Not a sweet one but a slow, razor-edged one.“Fine.”The crowd erupted.Gasps, murmurs, a few scandalized whispers. Someone dropped a glass. Now, even the sound of shattering crystal was barely registered over the roaring in Noora’s ears.Luciano’s lips curved, just slightly. “Brave.”She stepped forward, her voice low, v

The tension between Noora and Luciano crackled like live electricity. Each word between them, every glance, every touch was threatening to ignite them both.The air in the office was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, and their bodies were still humming from the intensity of whatever just happened in front of the crowd.Noora’s pulse hammers in her throat as Luciano continued to press her palm against the rigid length of him, his grip rough and hard. Her fingers twitched, whether to pull away or curl around him, she wasn’t sure.But still her defiance flamed brighter and her voice was a breathless snarl. "You’re out of your damn mind."Luciano’s lips curled, but there was no amusement in his expression, only hunger… insatiable hunger."Then, tell me you didn’t feel it," he challenged, his voice rough and hoarse with need. "Tell me you weren’t counting every second my hands were on you, wishing I’d touch you somewhere else."She hated that he was right. She hated it more that her

The morning began like any other except that it didn’t.Luciano stepped into the building that bore his last name etched in polished glass and legacy, only to find the air... wrong. It was too quiet, too still, and too perfect.Everything was in place, too in place.The front desks didn’t hum with the usual rhythm and chatter. Even the elevators chimed softer, and the employees walking out were almost hesitant. No casual chatter, no shuffling of interns, no shuffle of paper or panicked tapping of keyboards.Luciano Richardson knew silence like this. It was when he walked in the Richardson Corp before.Wait… had he changed now?But that wasn’t the question to ponder now.This situation wasn’t peace... not after the arrival of Noora in Richardson Corp. It was the kind of silence that came before an ambush, just like he did before.His jaw twitched.Something was off.As he passed the floor, every employee seemed to vanish into thin air on sight of him, suddenly finding reasons to disapp

Noora felt the silence tightening around her ribs like a vice. She could feel every scrape of porcelain, every delicate chime of the silverware echo in her bones like a slow, mocking countdown.She hadn’t touched her orange juice. Her fingers trembled when they grazed the cool rim of the glass, but she quickly retracted them and fixed her gaze ahead, not at Charles, definitely not at Lucas, and certainly not at the man seated beside her…Luciano Richardson.The one she wasn’t supposed to sit this close to. The one she wasn’t supposed to feel burning beneath her skin.Yet here she was, just inches away, her thigh brushing his in the subtlest way, just a single spark away from combustion. It was torture. It was maddening how close they sat and how distant they had to be from each other. The way her heart raced and the still, indifferent expression plastered across her face like a mask she couldn't breathe through.She hadn’t even looked at him once. That was the unspoken promise they ma