HE LEFT ME FOR MY STEPSISTER, I MOVED ON TO THE NEXT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Chapter 192“I thought I’d never see another face,” whispered the youngest woman, her voice cracking. “What could be happening out there? Do you think people are looking for us?”I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yes,” I said. “I have someone out there….. Lucian. He won’t stop until he finds me. He will make sure to finish these men off, he is a policeman.”The words gave them something to hold on to, even if hope was fragile here.The pregnant woman sat down slowly, rubbing her swollen belly. “My name’s Marianne, she said, her tone soft but strong. “And this little one… she’s the only reason I’m still breathing.”“I’m Anna,” said the woman with short hair, the one who had first spoken. “The woman with a lot of skills. Guess now I just count seconds.”One by one, they began to introduce themselves.There was Rosa, who once owned a bakery in Brighton, Clara, who had been taken on her way to pick her youngest child from

Chapter 194The night air rushed past my face, cold and electric, biting at every inch of exposed skin. Freedom had been so close I could taste it, so close I had already imagined us running into the darkness, disappearing from the nightmare that had held us for weeks. The grass beneath my bare feet was wet and uneven, but I barely noticed, my arms full of little Mira, my heart pounding in my chest as if trying to burst free.Behind me, I could hear soft whispers of the other women, their movements hurried, careful, but trembling with excitement and fear. Ella was clutching the hands of Sophie, whispering encouragements. Anna, the one with the nimble fingers who had unlocked the door, kept glancing over her shoulder, ready to duck or defend if needed. Clara led the way, moving silently yet confidently, as if she knew this castle’s every hidden corner.I let the night air fill my lungs, letting it chase away the stale, suffocating smell of the castle. For a moment, the fear faded, repl

Chapter 196He lunged again, and this time I tripped over a root, sprawling onto the wet earth. Pain lanced through my side and shoulder as I hit the ground. One of the girls stumbled into me, crying. Mira’s sobs echoed in my ears. My vision swam with tears, sweat, and blood.He knelt over me, reaching with a hand that I had hoped would never touch me. His mask shifted slightly, revealing a sliver of the man I had seen in the hospital. I knew immediately, it was him. The memory of the incident at the hospital crashed over me. My stomach churned with fury and fear.“You’re mine now,” he hissed, voice low and venomous. “No one leaves.”I struck out blindly, grabbing a broken branch from the ground. I swung it with all the force I could muster. He caught it with one hand, breaking it, but the impact sent a shock through my shoulder. Pain exploded, white-hot, and I bit back a scream.Clara and the older girls were trying to pull me up, Marianne crying from exhaustion, Mira clutching my ja

Chapter 198 It was Ella. Nine-year-old Ella stood up. Her tiny body trembled, but her chin lifted with a strength I didn’t expect from a child who had seen too much darkness. The women all turned to her, startled. She pointed her little finger at them, hand shaking, but voice steady. “Stop shouting at her!” Her voice cracked, but she kept going, louder this time. “You all KNOW Elena helped us! When the guards beat us, she stood in front! When Mira fainted, she carried her! When they tortured us, she begged them to stop! She risked her life to help us escape once—don’t pretend she didn’t!” The room went silent. The women’s eyes widened. Some blinked rapidly. One looked away, guilt flashing across her face. Ella took a shaky breath. Her small fists balled at her sides. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shouted: “You should be TENDING to her. She’s hurt! Can’t you see she’s bleeding?! She can’t breathe well! But instead you’re talking like children!” One of the

Chapter 200“Yes, Boss!”The connection clicked off.The silence afterward was even worse than her voice.The steel door screeched open suddenly, making every woman flinch and the children scramble closer to me.The guards walked in with a different energy now—harsh, rigid, frustrated. They carried their fear of Mia into the room like a storm.One kicked a stool aside, pacing angrily.“Listen up!” he barked. “We got orders.”The women instantly tensed. Some stood. Some clutched their children. Marianne instinctively covered her stomach as if shielding her unborn child from words alone.The guard’s eyes swept across the room, and when they landed on me—sitting against the wall, wrapped in makeshift bandages—they hardened.His lip curled. “Because of HER,” he spat, pointing at me, “security has been doubled. No one moves without permission.”Several women gasped softly.Another guard stepped forward, crossing his arms. “And one more thing. In seven days, buyers are coming.”The words dr