The Billionaire’s Sinful Claim : Forever Bound To His Sin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

As I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a nurse's steady hands adjusting the drip, her fingers moving with a practiced ease that belied the complexity of the task. I blinked, trying to clear the haze from my mind, and my gaze drifted around the room. That's when I saw her…..Freya, standing a few feet away I rubbed my eyes, wondering if the pain medication was playing tricks on me. What was Freya doing here? I must be dreaming.But as I winced in pain, Freya's voice cut through the fog, "Ma'am!" she yelled, rushing towards me with a look of concern on her face. I tried to process how she had ended up here, but my mind was a jumble of fragmented memories … Lucas and Kyle fighting, fists flying, and then...and then I remembered the searing pain and the feeling of something spreading down my abdomen.Freya's face was inches from mine, her eyes scanning my face with both worry and relief&n

On sighting me, Lucas rushed towards me, his worried expression was unmistakable. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning my body as if searching for any signs of harm. I took a step back, and he quickly composed himself. "Err, sorry about that," he muttered, his voice trailing off."I was just..." he paused, seeming to struggle for words. "Well, I'm glad you're okay," he said finally, his gaze drifting towards the police station before returning to me."What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone casual, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about him. I studied his face, trying to pinpoint what was bothering me, but he just looked concerned. Still, my instincts told me to be cautious.I was convinced Lucas knew something about the Prescott family, and now his presence at the police station only added to my suspicions. The silence between us grew awkward, and despite my efforts to break it, the words wouldn't come.

The ride back home was silence, a heavy stillness that filled the car. I didn't wanna ask him anything, didn't wanna pry into the thoughts that seemed to be consuming him. Whatever he was up to, I just hoped it wouldn't affect him or anyone.When we got to the mansion, I unbuckled the seatbelt and turned to look at him, but he was already looking at me."Thanks for today," I said, trying to break the silence, but he only smiled. It was a small smile , the kind that hinted at unspoken words."I'm sorry, but I won't be escorting you inside," he said and I nodded"No need, it's okay," I saidAs I was about to unlock the car door so I could get out, he suddenly reached out and wrapped his hand around mine and before I could react, he pulled me into a hug.  It was a sudden, unexpected movement, and I felt a rush of surprise and confusion.I tried to break off from the hug, but he only tightened his hold, his arms wrapping around me lik

My eyes widened in shock, and my hands shook as I played the next video. It was a lady in a maid's uniform, and she was being interrogated. "What do you have to say?" the lady behind the camera askedThe maid took a deep breath before speaking. "The young master killed the cat," she said  "I was surprised, and the look on his face scared me." She paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing. "Then, when I found out what happened to the cat, I asked him about it. He told me the cat's meowing sounds irritate him." Her voice trailed off, and she looked like she was reliving a traumatic experience.The maid's words were followed by a pause, and then she continued. "The next day, when I asked him about it, he said he didn't remember anything." Her expression was one of horror, and it was clear that the experience had left a lasting impact on her.As I watched the video, I felt a chill run down my spine. The maid's words painted a d

I opened my eyes, and I was surprised to see that I had slept off. My head was on the bed, and I was sitting on a chair next to the hospital bed.Then I looked at the bed, and I didn't see Kyle and I quickly scanned the room.That's when I saw him, sitting on the couch in the room. I quickly got up and went to him. "You should be on the bed," I said and he looked up at me, and for a moment, our eyes locked."Well, I'm tired of the bed," he said, his tone normal , like we were discussing something mundane. "And how did I end up in the hospital?" he asked, his eyes curious and I was taken aback by his question. Did he really not remember what happened?I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "You collapsed," I said finally Did he remember what happened before he collapsed?I looked at him, trying to read his expression. But he just sat there like nothing was wrongI c