Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Vincent Vescari’s words coiled in my head like smoke, choking, searing, trying to drown out the one thing that mattered. The weight of the gun in my hand.He thought he was clever. Thought he could strip me bare with a few sharp lines, expose me like I was some rabid dog chewing on bones because I didn’t know better.But he was wrong.“Maybe you’re right,” I said, my voice low, steady. I kept my eyes on him, finger curled tight around the trigger. “Maybe I do kill because I can’t stop. Maybe that is all I am now.”I stepped closer. The muzzle of my gun almost brushed his forehead. His skin glistened faint with sweat under the lamplight, but his damned eyes never looked away. At least, he still got balls. No matter how useless they're now. “But don’t you dare think that means I’m letting you walk after what you did.”His brow twitched, just slightly.“You remember, don’t you?” I hissed. My chest burned, each word ripping

“No!”Before the trigger could answer for me, Lorraine threw herself between us, her arms locking around me in a desperate embrace. My gun hand jerked, but I kept the barrel pinned to Vincent’s skull.Her body trembled against mine, soft and warm, an anchor dragging me away from the abyss. I groaned, deep and guttural, my jaw clenching so tight it hurt. “Lorraine…” I tried to pry her off, but my traitorous hands were gentle. Too gentle. I could break her grip in a heartbeat if I wanted, but instead I found myself peeling at her wrists with care, frustrated with my own restraint. “Move,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “This doesn’t concern you.”“It does!” she shot back, her voice breaking. She pressed her cheek against my chest, clinging tighter. “Because he’s still my father. I didn’t even have enough time to get to know him!”I barked a laugh, harsh and jagged, tilting my head back. “Enough time? What, you want a weekend getaway with Daddy? Dinner and a movie, maybe a couple year

Sadie wouldn’t let go of me. Even after the tears dried on my face, her arms still hung around my shoulders like she could hold the world together with just her grip. Part of me wanted her to never let go. Another part of me wanted to scream.I eased back, pressing my palms into my knees. My fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. “Sadie… what am I supposed to do now? Tell me. Because I don’t know anymore.”Her eyes flickered, uncertain. “Do about what?”“My father.” The words scraped my throat. “Vincent. His empire is crumbling, he’s dying of cancer, his right-hand betrayed him, and now—” My voice cracked, sharp with panic. “And now they’re all looking at me. Do you understand? Me. To take his throne, to wear his name like a crown.”Sadie’s brows furrowed, but her tone stayed maddeningly calm. “Rainey, honey, just… take a breath. You don’t have to figure it out right now. The answer will come to you.”I shot to my feet, pacing, pulling at my hair. “Don’t you get it? I don’t have time to ju

I leaned my elbows on my knees, staring at the moon’s reflection trembling across the lake. It looked so serene, so untouchable and nothing like me.“What do I do now?” I asked, voice low, almost swallowed by the night. “Vincent’s syndicate is practically gone. Everything I thought I was supposed to inherit is ashes. So what am I supposed to do?”Misha didn’t answer. He just sat there, silent, watching the ripples.I huffed. “You’re not even going to help me, are you?”“Nope.” His voice was maddeningly flat. “That’s not my job.”I snapped my head toward him. “You’re unbelievable. You dragged me into this nightmare and now you won’t even—”“Lorraine.” His tone cut through my words. Not sharp, but heavy enough that I shut up. “That’s exactly what you need. Deciding for yourself. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”My throat tightened. He wasn’t wrong.“You hated being used. By your father. By Vincent.

Late at night, the laughter still clung faintly to the air when my phone buzzed. I glanced down, Ace’s name flashing across the screen. The levity drained out of me in an instant.I answered. “Yes?”His voice was clipped, urgent. “Vincent wants to see you.”The words landed heavy in my stomach. My pulse skipped, but my voice came out even. “Where?”He gave me an address. A safe house. Neutral ground, supposedly.Misha was already on his feet by the time I hung up, keys in hand, eyes narrowed like he’d been waiting for the call. He didn’t need me to say a word.“I’m coming too,” Sadie piped up, crossing her arms.“No,” Misha said flatly.“Yes,” she snapped back, jaw tight. “You’re not walking Lorraine into a den of killers without backup, billionaire soldier boy.”I exhaled slowly, suppressing a smile despite the weight pressing down on me. “If she comes, James will come.”“Damn right I will.” J