Becoming Blue のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The night was eerily silent, a suffocating stillness hanging in the air like an omen. Outside the towering glass windows of the Blackwell estate, rain cascaded in relentless sheets, streaking down the panes as if the sky itself mourned what was about to unfold. Lightning split the darkness, illuminating the grounds in sharp flashes, while the distant rumble of thunder rolled like a warning drumbeat.Inside, Zaya stood alone in the grand living room, her trembling hands gripping the edge of the marble fireplace. The embers in the hearth glowed faintly, casting long shadows across the room. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as she stared at the letter crumpled in her fist—the divorce agreement.She had signed it.For hours, she had sat in that same spot, the document on the table before her, a pen mocking her with its silent demand. And finally, with a shaky hand and tears blurring her vision, she had scrawled her name across the line, ending a marriage that had been built on f

Zaya’s heart slammed against her ribcage as she stared at the massive oak doors in front of her. Beyond those doors lay answers—answers she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Every instinct in her screamed to turn back, to pretend none of this was real, but she couldn’t. Not anymore.She reached for the handle, her trembling fingers brushing the cold metal, when a deep voice cut through the silence behind her.“Going somewhere, princess?”The voice was like a whip to her senses. Low. Dangerous. Familiar.She spun around, breath catching in her throat as her eyes met Adrian’s. He leaned against the stone wall, arms folded across his chest, the very image of casual arrogance—but his eyes… those eyes burned like wildfire.“Adrian…” Her voice cracked on his name.“Don’t tell me you were planning to walk in there alone.” His tone was calm, but the sharp edge beneath it was unmistakable.Zaya swallowed hard. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”He pushed off the wall, closing the distance between

Zaya sat in the back of the black Rolls-Royce, her body still humming from the kiss that had happened in the penthouse an hour ago—a kiss that was not supposed to happen. Her fingers were trembling in her lap, and every breath felt heavier than the last.Luciano had not said a word during the ride, his sharp profile angled toward the tinted window, jaw locked tight like a predator restraining himself. The silence between them wasn’t just awkward—it was electric, charged with tension so thick she could almost taste it.Every time she stole a glance at him, her chest tightened. He looked too perfect in that black tailored suit, his shirt collar slightly undone, revealing a sliver of his tanned, powerful chest. Everything about him screamed control and danger. And yet… when he kissed her earlier, she saw something else—something vulnerable, desperate, and maybe even possessive.Her mind kept replaying the way his lips claimed hers, rough yet tender, his hands framing her face like she be

The room was too quiet. So quiet it pressed against Zaya’s ears like a scream. She stood by the tall glass window, arms wrapped around herself, trying to cage the storm inside her chest. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as if the air itself didn’t want to stay with her.The city beyond glittered like spilled diamonds, mocking her shattered life. Every light was a reminder that someone, somewhere, was happy. Free. Untouched by chains like hers.“Why now?” she whispered, her voice trembling as tears slid down her cheeks. “Why did everything have to fall apart now?”The sound of heavy footsteps cut through the silence like a blade. Her body stiffened. She didn’t turn. She didn’t have to. She knew that presence. That dark, magnetic force that could still set her blood on fire and her soul on edge.“Running again?” The deep baritone rolled through the room, low and lethal, threaded with a rage that burned hotter than the flames of hell.Her throat tightened. Her fingers dug into the cold

Zaya sat in the backseat of the black SUV, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat of war. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, but she couldn’t focus on any of them. Her mind was consumed by the chaos that had become her life—the lies, the secrets, the betrayals, and most of all, the man sitting beside her.Damien.The name alone made her pulse quicken. He was a storm in human form—dark, dangerous, and magnetic. The man who had vowed to protect her, yet the same man who had shattered her trust more times than she could count. And now, as silence thickened in the car like a suffocating fog, Zaya felt the weight of an impending explosion pressing against her ribcage.“Say something,” she whispered finally, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound strong.Damien’s jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, even though it was the driver who held the wheel. His silence was deafening, but Zaya knew him too well. It wasn’t indifference—it was the kind of quie