MY BROTHER-IN-LAW IS OBSESSED WITH ME のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

CAELEN THRONE'S POVWe weren’t supposed to be out there. Not in the dark. Not behind a stranger’s mansion where the floodlights didn’t reach and the laughter of the party dissolved into shadows and breathless silence. But Lucian and I had never been good at “supposed to.” He looked too damn perfect in that suit, too sharp and untouchable. I needed to touch him, to drag him away from those wine-glass smiles and empty conversations and remind him that he was mine.I had him pressed against the cold brick wall, fingers gripping his jaw as his lips parted for me. Our breaths tangled. My hands fumbled with his tie. We were seconds from forgetting the world entirely when we heard it — a rustle, a quick crunch of gravel underfoot. Then something like a whimper.Lucian froze under me, instinctively pushing me behind him. That protective edge of his always kicked in when something felt wrong. He turned his head, eyes scanning the shadows.“What was that?” he whispered, already reaching inside

LUCIAN THRONE'S POVThe house was clean — too clean. Like someone had scrubbed away every trace of dirt, but couldn’t bleach out the rot that still clung to the walls.Caelen sat to my right, back straight, one hand resting lightly on Chase’s shoulder. The boy sat between us, legs swinging slightly off the edge of the chair. He hadn’t said a word since we walked in, but I could feel his tension pulsing like static — alert, wary, braced for betrayal.Across from us, the woman sat perched on a floral armchair that didn’t match the rest of the furniture. She was dressed neatly, hair pinned into a careful bun, her skirt starched. The act was rehearsed. She smiled too quickly.“Oh, Chase,” she cooed, folding her hands. “You’ve grown so thin. My poor child.”He didn’t respond. Didn’t even blink.Caelen’s grip on his shoulder tightened.“My name is Mrs. Sofie Valeria,” she said, turning to us now, smiling in a way that felt like a brittle, cracking mirror. “I am Chase’s aunt—his late mother’

LUCIAN THRONE'S POVThe house was finally still.Caelen was asleep, arm flung over his eyes, the faintest crease still between his brows. He always frowned in his sleep, like his soul never fully let go of the day. I wanted to smooth it out. I didn’t.Instead, I slipped out of the bedroom.The hallway was dark, the soft hum of the old heater the only sound—Until I heard it.A small thud.Then a muffled whimper.I paused outside Chase’s room.“…no… please… don’t…”I opened the door without a sound.The nightlight shaped like a rocket cast a soft orange halo on the walls.And in the middle of the bed, curled like a wounded animal beneath the sheets, was Chase.He was having another nightmare.I walked in quietly, sat down beside him. For a second, I didn’t wake him.I just… watched.His fists were clenched in the sheets. Lips parted. His legs had kicked the blanket away.This kid — this small thing who never asked for any of this, never wanted to be rescued — still flinched when someon

CONRAD WILLIAM'S POVOn my knees.In some goddamn upstairs room that smells like spilled beer, lube, and the kind of desperation that clings to the walls. Neon light leaks through a broken window, flashing red across the torn vinyl couch I was just shoved against.And now—my mouth is full.Of him.Caisen fucking Valentine.His cock chokes me, thick and unapologetic, pressing deep down my throat like he owns it. His fingers are locked in my hair—tight, cruel, commanding. Every thrust is brutal, making my eyes water, spit trailing down my chin in thick ropes.He groans, low and satisfied. "God, you suck cock like a professional, babyboy. Didn't know Lucian's little errand boy had such a slutty mouth.""What was it—a crash course in cocksucking for corporate puppets?" He sneered, his grip tightening.I gag hard, throat clenching around him—and he laughs. Not out of concern. But amusement. Like my humiliation is his entertainment.This wasn't the plan. This was never the plan.I came he

CONRAD WILLIAM'S POVThrone Enterprises— The façade of bloody empire, Lucian's dad made upon the dead bodies of others.Marble floors, spotless glass, and enough polished power games to suffocate a weaker man before breakfast.I move through it like a ghost in a tailored suit. Clipboard in hand. Tablet tucked under my arm. Invisible, efficient, indispensable.Just the way I like it.Lucian Throne sits across from me, surrounded by three phones, five files, and the chaos that somehow obeys him. The man is a genius with blood on his ledger and a diamond ring on his finger. He runs half the city's underground and most of its clean-front empires, yet today?He's been staring at his phone for twenty-seven minutes.Not for work.For him."Conrad," Lucian finally says, voice softer than usual, almost distracted. "What do you think Caelen would like more—platinum or a custom diamond piece?"I blink."You mean... in addition to the hundred-thousand-dollar watch you gave him this morning?"He h