Unworthy No More のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Isla Hart’s POVMy hands would not stop shaking. Even with Sophie’s small body curled against me, her soft breaths feathering against my collarbone, I felt as if I were still pressed against that wall, the ghost of rough fingers bruising my skin. If Alexander had not...The thought broke me. I tucked Sophie closer, burying my face in her hair. She smelled of baby shampoo and innocence, a stark reminder of what I almost lost. My stomach churned, my chest tight. It was not just fear, it was the suffocating weight of years, of battles fought in silence, of never truly being safe.“Mommy?” Sophie’s sleepy voice tugged me back. She stirred, eyelids heavy, still half-wrapped in the folds of Alexander’s jacket. “The bad men…they’re gone, right?” “Yes, baby,” I whispered, smoothing her hair with trembling fingers. “They’re gone. You’re safe now.”Her eyes fluttered closed again, as if my word was enough to rebuild her world. Trust. Absolute, unquestioning trust. I bit my lip hard to stop the

Alexander Langston’s POVThe Langston estate was quiet, but my blood was not. Rage prowled under my skin, sharp and restless, replaying every second of last night. The fear in Isla’s eyes, the tremble in her voice, Sophie’s small body pressed against me. If I had not forced myself into restraint, there would have been corpses in the street.And yet, despite the fury simmering beneath my skin, it was something else that held me captive this morning, Isla had agreed to stay. Not because I ordered it, but because she chose to trust me. That choice meant more than the blood I had forced myself not to spill.I sat in my study, the reports from Horizon Outreach spread across my desk. Isla’s name was etched everywhere, her reconciled budgets, flawless proposals, and systemized frameworks. Even Mark Bennett’s notes sang the same refrain. “Hart is invaluable. Efficient. Unshakable under pressure.”My chest swelled with pride I rarely allowed myself to feel. Isla Hart. The woman who once dragge

Isla The sun was just tipping over the horizon, scattering golden streaks across the villa. Sophie stirred first, her small frame wriggling against the soft sheets. I heard her tiny voice before I opened my eyes.“Mommy! Daddy...uh, Alexander!” she squeaked, bouncing upright like she had been waiting for this moment all night. I froze mid-stretch, blinking at her. “Sophie…?” She grinned, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Come on! He has to eat breakfast with us today. It’s important.”My stomach tightened with a mixture of amusement and apprehension. Alexander had been patient, giving us space to settle after the incident in the street. I was not sure I was ready for my daughter to openly treat him as…well, as a father figure. But when I peeked into the living room, there he was, already leaning against the breakfast counter, dark suit jacket draped over the chair, eyes soft but alert, reading a report on his tablet. He did not notice Sophie yet, lost i

Alexander Sophie had a way of entering a room and immediately taking command, and I was quickly learning that resistance was futile. That morning, I found her perched on the rug with her miniature notebook open, her colored pencils lined up like soldiers. She looked up at me with that uncanny mix of seriousness and mischief only a three-year-old could wield.“Alexander!” she called. “You’re late for training!” I raised an eyebrow, pretending to check my nonexistent watch. “Late? I think I’m right on time, Commander Sophie.” She narrowed her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Time doesn’t matter if you’re not ready! Today, we practice protection drills and strategic retreats. Mommy says you’re strong, but you need to be smart too.”I crouched to her level, letting a small smile play across my face. “Smart and strong. That’s me. Lead the way, Commander.” Her face lit up as she grabbed my hand and tugged me into a convoluted obstacle course of pillows, ch

Isla If someone had told me a month ago that Alexander Langston would be the one easing Sophie’s mornings, I would have laughed. Yet here we were. It began with the car.I had been fumbling with Sophie’s shoes, mentally preparing for the rush-hour chaos when Alexander appeared at the door, calm as if the world moved at his pace alone. “There’s no need for you to scramble every morning,” he said, his tone even but firm. “From today, a driver will take Sophie to kindergarten and bring her back. He’s vetted and reliable.”I opened my mouth to argue, but Sophie’s delighted squeal drowned me out. “A car just for me?” Her excitement was infectious. My protests withered before they could form. Watching her climb into the sleek vehicle, waving like a little queen, I felt something inside me loosen. She was not just surviving anymore. She was being seen, protected.The changes did not stop there, though. Within days, Sophie’s wardrobe had transformed. New dresses, shoes that actually fit, war