Touch Me And You're Dead[English] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 59

Chapter 51 “What did I ever do to you, Anthony? Is hurting me the only thing you know how to do? I understand you didn’t want this marriage. I didn’t choose it either! We’re both suffering—trapped in this marriage and just enduring each other!”Standing by the slightly ajar door was young Arthur, staring at his mother who was kneeling before his father, clutching the man's hand.He couldn’t see his father’s expression, but his mother, Camilla Devian Nicastro, was a picture of desperation, breaking down in front of her husband.Arthur had always seen his mother cry, but this was the first time he saw her confront his father.“If I were Amelia, could you do this to her? Could you hurt her like you hurt me?”Arthur couldn’t help but wonder—who is Amelia? He saw his father pull his hand away and turn his back.“When you’re done, go back to your room. I don’t want to hear your nonsense ever again.”“Anthony! Look at me!”Anthony Nicastro glanced briefly toward the door.Arthur flinched an

Chapter 53“Where are the kids?” Hilda asked after seeing Nari outside the playroom.“They’re inside. Looked pretty busy,” Nari replied with a chuckle. Beside her were Ivory and Aoi, who looked like they had been kicked out by the two kids, clearly not wanting to be disturbed.Hilda slightly opened the door and peeked in. She saw Peri and Beryl deeply engrossed in building some sort of machine.To be honest, Hilda had no idea what exactly the two kids were trying to build—it looked like a real machine, with actual wires and parts being used.“Honey, Mama’s heading out of the city. Do you want me to buy anything for you?” she asked.The two kids paused and turned to her, then stood up together and wrapped their arms around their mother.“No, Mama. Be careful. Sorry we can’t go with you. We’re still busy here,” Beryl replied and pointed at the machine. Hilda smiled, understanding that the kids were likely rushing to finish it in time for Arthur’s birthday.Ivory and Aoi, still watching

Chapter 55“Aren’t you afraid that while you’re gone, I might change Hilda’s mind? That she’ll come with me for good and never come back to you?” Aron said, smirking. Arthur had entrusted Hilda’s safety to him.“If that happens, I’ll think of a hundred ways to make her return to me,” Arthur replied calmly.Aron grinned before stepping out of the vacant room. As soon as he was gone, Gabriel spoke up.“Sir… are you really okay entrusting Miss Hilda and the kids to Sir Aron? He still has feelings for her. What if he really goes through with what he said?”Arthur admitted he was aware Aron might take this opportunity to lure Hilda and their children away. He knew Aron too well—his obsession was dangerous.“But that’s also the reason I chose him,” Arthur explained. “Aron might stab me in the back. He could kill countless people in his madness. But he would never harm my family, especially Hilda.”Aron was humming to himself as he walked down the hallway, heading back to Hilda’s room.Arthu

Chapter 57 Arthur had no one he could truly trust—neither inside the city, nor beyond its walls.He and Fiona suddenly froze when they both sensed a presence outside the door. A faint whistling sound followed. Fiona immediately pulled out her blade, instinctively on guard. She was certain—it wasn’t Aoi.“I don’t even know how to read a map. What the hell am I supposed to do with this useless scrap of paper?”The footsteps outside stopped just as they reached the door. At the very moment it swung open, Fiona’s eyes widened. A heartbeat before the edge of her dagger could touch the intruder’s throat, his hand shot forward and caught her wrist.In one swift motion, the man twisted, forcing Fiona off balance. Out of sheer instinct, she fought back, but before she could regain footing, he pivoted smoothly, gripped her waist to redirect her movement, and then kicked Arthur’s side to ward him off.Everything happened in a blur—so fast Fiona didn’t even have the chance to react properly.“Wh

Chapter 59The cold night air bit against Hilda’s skin as they emerged from the decrepit factory. The building loomed behind them, skeletal and silent, like it had been holding its breath. Aron guided them swiftly toward a black SUV waiting by the gate.“It’s bulletproof,” he muttered, opening the rear door. “We’ll be safe inside.”Hilda nodded, ushering the children into the back seat while Khan secured their bags. Aron took the driver’s seat, and she could see his knuckles tighten on the wheel—his every motion sharp, efficient, controlled.She drew in a deep breath and said quietly, “We’re heading back to the Alegre mansion. The place where I was born.”For a moment, there was silence except for the low hum of the engine. Then, out of nowhere, Hilda spoke again.“After this, come have dinner with us, Aron. I’ll cook something for you—and for the kids.”Aron glanced at her through the side mirror, his expression unreadable. “Let’s do that.”The SUV rolled out of the factory grounds.