Shotgun Wedding のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 97

Diana’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the silence. Thick, unnerving, unbroken. I opened my eyes slowly, my head heavy and fuzzy, and blinked against the soft, golden light spilling from hidden lamps. The room was quiet, almost pristine, too perfect. A faint scent of lavender clung to the air, mixed with the subtle tang of antiseptic.I tried to sit up, wincing as a dull ache ran through my belly. My hands instinctively went to it, cradling the invisible weight of the twins, and I shivered. They were safe, for now, but everything else wasn’t. Not this room, not the people around me, not even Lucas.“Where… am I?” I murmured, my voice hoarse.No answer. Only the whisper of air through hidden vents, the soft hum of some unknown machinery. My pulse picked up, a rapid tattoo that reminded me how alive I was, and how vulnerable.I forced my body upright, scanning the room. It looked almost like a suite in a luxury hotel: muted grey walls, polished hardwood floors, a large bed with immac

Diana’s POVConsciousness returned like a cold slap.The familiar ceiling loomed above me, sterile and smooth, a reminder that I hadn’t escaped anything, not truly. Lucas’s safehouse still held me like a quiet cage. The sheets beneath me were soft, the lighting warm… but comfort had teeth here.I pushed up slowly, back hitting the headboard. My body felt off, like my blood wasn’t syncing right with the world around me. A leftover chemical pulse hummed through my veins, a silent reminder of hands grabbing me, a needle… and Lucas bursting in just in time.Or exactly on time?I refused to be a pawn. I’d been preyed on enough, by fate, by powerful men who thought they could control me, by this relentless nightmare disguised as protection.Not anymore.I swung my legs down and rose, feet hitting the floor with purpose. Every movement was measured and careful. I wasn’t going to let panic betray me.I cracked the door open and peered out. Empty.Good.Stepping into the corridor felt like ste

Third Person's POVLucas arrived at the Warren mansion with footsteps too calm for the storm he carried. The marble foyer gleamed beneath chandeliers, pristine and deceitfully peaceful. His mother emerged from the sitting room, pearls resting perfectly on her collarbone, the image of grace, the illusion of purity.“Lucas, I didn’t know you were coming around today,” she said with a warm smile.Lucas simply stared.His pulse hammered as the memory resurfaced, the whisper of a broken man strapped to a chair earlier that day:“It’s your mother… she ordered the abduction. Diana. Her blood is rare. They want the marrow from the babies. To save your brother.”A brother Lucas never knew existed.“Lucas!” Mrs Warren called again, snapping him back.He blinked once, composure sliding into place like armour. “Forgive me, I fazed out.”Before she could pry further, another voice cut in.“Ah, Lucas ...... you’re here,” Eric Jones announced, descending the stairs with his usual smug confidence. He