Shotgun Wedding의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Diana’s POVI hesitated at the open door of the SUV, pulse hammering at my throat, legs itching to run but rooted by the weight of Evelyn’s gaze. The underground car park echoed with a cold quiet, the kind that swallowed logic whole. Eventually, I forced myself to step forward.I stopped at the edge of the leather interior. Evelyn’s voice nudged firmly behind me.“Get in.”Our eyes met for a fleeting second, hers unreadable, mine a knot of fear, and I climbed inside. The door shut with a heavy thud that made me jump despite my efforts to stay composed. Shadows folded around me as Evelyn slid in beside me.“Let’s go,” she instructed.The engine hummed to life.“Wait,” I blurted, panic puncturing my chest. “I thought you said we were talking in the car.”“Well, I lied.”Before I could react, the man in the front seat twisted around, lifted a device, and sprayed something directly at my face.I raised a hand, a protest forming on my tongue, then my body lurched forward, my head clipped t

Diana's POVThe cab pulled away, leaving me alone with the stench of a neighbourhood that looked like it had been carved out for every crime the city didn’t want to claim. The air was thick with old beer, stale cigarettes, and something sharper, chemical, feral, wrong. I tightened my grip on my bag, its strap digging into my shoulder like a reminder that I wasn’t here for comfort. I was here for the truth.The entrance loomed ahead with an unmissable sign stamped across the top: Dare to Enter the Devil’s Snare.A threat. A promise. A warning.My throat bobbed as I swallowed, and I whispered to myself, You wanted answers. Now walk.I pushed the door open. A wave of heat, bass-heavy music, and smells I couldn’t, and didn’t want to identify, slammed into me. The corridor ahead pulsed with red light, as though lit by the heartbeat of something alive and dangerous.I forced myself forward, each step measured. Halfway down, nausea clawed up my throat. I slipped a mint between my lips, letti

Diana’s POVLucas stared briefly at me from the doorway, with the door still open. He closed it shut behind him.“Good evening,” Lucas said, his tone unreadable, before walking straight past me and into the bathroom. My gaze followed the line of his shoulders until he disappeared and the door clicked softly shut.Did you know Rebecca was pregnant when she died?Evelyn’s voice slithered back through my thoughts like a ghost I couldn’t shake. The documents she’d handed me flashed through my mind, cold, undeniable.I pushed myself off the bed before the fear could settle. My feet carried me across the room, my pulse beating a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Without thinking, without planning, I shoved the bathroom door open.The steam kissed my face instantly.And there he was.Lucas stood completely naked, arm extended as he hung his towel on the stand. The sight struck me like a blow, hard, immediate, overwhelming. My hands shot up instinctively, covering my eyes, but the image seared

Diana’s POVThe moment Gordon stepped out of the room, the quiet returned, a quiet too heavy, too sharp, almost accusing. I eased myself back into the bed and pulled the blanket up to my chin, trying to cocoon myself from the chaos outside these four walls. My head rested on the pillow, but my mind refused to settle. Thoughts spiralled, circling the same questions I’d failed to outrun all evening.The call.The woman’s voice.The threats.The trap at Rosstle Bar.And above everything stood one name, Lucas Warren. A man born into wealth, power, and structure. A man who could silence an entire room with a single look. So why would someone like him resort to cheap intimidation? Why lure me in the dark, corner me like prey, threaten me through someone else? Why pick a method so reckless, so beneath him?None of it added up.I turned on my side, facing the wall, pulling the blanket tighter. The pregnancy was draining me faster these days, exhaustion constantly humming under my skin. Eventu

Diana’s POVI stared at Lucas, broken in ways I didn’t know he could be. Every word he had spoken earlier still echoed, colliding with the truths I thought I knew. And yet, even in my devastation, a sharp, irrational jealousy stabbed at me. Rebecca was dead, yet she lingered in Lucas’s heart, more present than I ever was. He had even taken her name. Everhart.Call it foolish, call it misplaced priorities, but I needed to know. Did he love me, or was I just the living extension of a promise made to a woman he could never forget?The printed proof trembled in my hand, a tangible evidence that tore holes into Gordon’s narrative. My eyes flicked from the document back to Lucas. My voice, barely steady, forced the question out before my heart could talk me out of it.“Lucas… do you love me?”The words seemed sacrilegious. His head snapped up as though I had uttered a spell that wasn’t meant for mortal ears. Shock and disbelief flickered across his face, his gaze searching, almost pleading,