Sweet Unhappy Heart のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Third Person's POV"What the fuck is this?" Mr. Astor Sinclair roared, his voice cutting through the office like a blade. His face had turned deep red, veins bulging at his temples as he pointed at the television screen. The whole room felt like it was on fire."What does it look like to you?" Liam shot back, his own voice rising to match his father's fury. "Because all I see are two lovers having sex.""Don't you dare get smart with me!" Astor slammed his fist on the desk so hard that his coffee cup jumped. "This is my son! My heir! Fucking another man like some common street whore!"Jackson pushed himself off the bookshelf, his face pale but his jaw set with determination. "Watch your mouth when you talk about us.""Us?" Mr. Maddox finally found his voice, standing up from his chair like a man rising from his own grave. "There's an 'us' now? How long has this been going on?""Long enough," Jackson replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "Long enough to know what real love feels l

Rated Eighteen plus! Third person's POV The hotel room was already full with heat, the sheets twisted beneath them, their mouths locked in a feverish kiss. Liam rolled on top of Jackson, grinding down hard, their hips colliding, friction burning between them.“F**k, you’re making me so hard,” Liam groaned, his voice breaking as his hand slid down Jackson’s chest. He kissed him rougher, almost biting his lip, desperate to taste more.Jackson smirked against his mouth, voice a low purr. “Yh, that’s exactly what I want, babe. Stay hard for me. I want all of it.”Liam growled, yanking Jackson’s trousers down in one sharp pull. Jackson’s c*ck sprang free, flushed and needy, and Liam’s breath caught at the sight of it. He wrapped his hand around the length, stroking once, slow and deliberate, just to watch Jackson shudder.“F**k. don’t tease,” Jackson gasped, his back arching off the mattress.“Beg for it,” Liam whispered, his lips brushing the shell of his ear.Jackson’s fingers clawed

Third Person's POVThree Hours EarlierThe sound of Astor Sinclair's fist hitting the desk echoed through his office like a gunshot. The expensive pen holder jumped, scattering Mont Blanc pens across the leather desk pad like scattered bones.Three figures entered his office without knocking - the emergency board members who held the power to save or destroy Sinclair Corporation. Mr. Clark walked with the confident stride of a man who had seen companies rise and fall. Mrs. Smith followed with the measured steps of someone calculating damage control. James Gen brought up the rear, his young face already showing the stress lines of a crisis manager."Mr. Astor, what the hell happened out there?" Mr. Clark demanded, his voice cutting through the office air like a prosecutor addressing a defendant.Astor looked up at the face that had just asked that question, his eyes blazing with the fury of a cornered animal. "Wonders shall never end in this godforsaken world. Fine, my son is gay. He s

Chapter 057: Bitter day isn't over "Being illegitimate is better than being a son that father and other relatives counted as a nobody." — Jackson Maddox~~~Third Person's POVLiam's New Apartment - Late NightThe penthouse felt like a sanctuary floating above the chaos of the world below. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city lights that twinkled like fallen stars scattered across black velvet. But Liam wasn't looking at the beauty outside.He sat hunched on the leather couch at nine thirty-four PM, the glow from his laptop screen casting harsh shadows across his face. The news websites displayed his most intimate moments like trophies in a museum of shame. Video thumbnails and photographs that should have been private were now public entertainment.The irony wasn't lost on him. Ever since his mother's death fifteen years ago, he had followed his father's advice without question. Every decision, every career move, every relationship h

Third Person's POV The afternoon light filtered through the mansion's windows like honey through gauze, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Avery sat in her bedroom, staring at her reflection in the vanity mirror, a woman she barely recognized anymore. "Ma'am?" Viviana's voice came softly from the doorway, carrying the careful tone she used when delivering potentially unwelcome news. "Who?" Avery asked, turning away from her haunted reflection. "Who are you talking about?" "Jackson Maddox, your brother, is here. He's waiting downstairs to meet with you," Viviana replied, her hands clasped in front of her starched apron. The words hit Avery like ice water. Of all the people she never expected to see again, Jackson topped the list. After yesterday's revelations, after the betrayal that had shattered her world into unrepairable pieces, here he was , showing up at her house. "This is unexpected," Avery whispered, more to herself than to Viviana. "Tell him I'll be down