Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

CHELLEY MORETTIBy the time we reached the Moretti Estate, my chest still hadn’t stopped pounding. Jules and Rita escorted me out of the car; they were like my pillars keeping me standing at this point. I didn’t know what Luca Romano was up to at this point… But I just knew he had calculated me all along, and it is only plausible to think he had his calculations to use them against me. And the fact I had spent the night outside the Moretti Estate? I slid out of Cassian’s cage? That was what scared me the most.I knew I was dead, and I had dragged Jules and Rita in with me. Guilt pressed my neck as I was escorted in… Something unsettled me so much, the workers... The maids. Their looks were unsettling. Everyone I passed in the new heirs’ residence slowed their steps to watch me… slight bows and long looks.Their gazes weren’t the usual respectful bows or polite smiles. No. Their eyes were sharp, cutting, and heavy with something unspoken. Some with pity. Some with disgust. And so

CHELLEY MORETTI The elevator doors slid open with a hiss. My pulse hammered in my ears.Jared stood at the penthouse entrance like a statue, his sharp eyes scanning me from head to toe. His expression was unreadable, but the way his jaw tensed told me danger was lurking.“Mrs Moretti,” he said flatly, his voice deep and clipped. Then, with a curt bow, he gestured toward the grand hallway. “The President is expecting you. Only you at the study.”Rita tried to follow, but Jared raised his hand without even looking at her. “Stay here.”His tone left no room for argument.I swallowed hard, my throat burning. My heels echoed down the marble corridor as I stepped inside. The air smelt of cigar smoke and bergamot… Cassian’s scent, sharp and consuming.When I reached the study door, I paused. The handle was cold beneath my trembling hand. I pushed it open slowly.He was there.Cassian Moretti… His back was turned to me, his tall, broad frame shadowed under the dim amber light. Smoke curle

CASSIAN MORETTI I knew there was no way Chelley could be that naive. Not enough to fall into Romano’s trap… unless she had her own motives.Maybe she’d let herself get caught up in his sugary deals, his practised charm, and his false attentions. Maybe she thought she could use him to escape me.That thought alone made my hatred for her burn deeper.I didn’t know anymore if Chelley was still a useful pawn to me… or if it would be more profitable to simply dispose of her altogether.Then there was the Adriatic concession contract that had gone on hold because of her. My skin crawled with rage.I’d murder every last one of Romano's men if that’s what it took to make him drop his ambitions for the Adriatic contract.And if Chelley was playing both sides… She’d learn just how merciless I could be. There wasn’t any better way to force the truth out of her, but let her know I would decide whether she lives or not. ….I was bloodthirsty—Not the kind of rage that flares and fades, but the

CASSIAN MORETTIMy eyes followed Rita as she guided Chelley up the stairs. The way Chelley moved… slowly, almost fragile — made her look impossibly beautiful.She clutched my jacket around her body like precious linen, as if the fabric could stitch a seam of safety around that tremor inside her. Something inside me awoke. She reminded me of Donna.That night with Donna replayed behind my ribs: how sick she’d been, how she’d come to the study with a trembling hand and offered me a drink while I worked through the dark. My chest tightened then, the memory sharp and vivid.I had placed a gentle kiss on her soft lips and told her not to catch cold on my account. She’d laughed… that bright, soft laugh that always unravelled me—teasing me that I had shut down all the air conditioning in the new heir’s residence and turned the heat up just for her. As if the one air conditioner in another suite of the residence will affect her… I’d been ridiculous with worry, scared by how small a gown

CHELLEY MORETTI It was already one in the morning… Yes, it’s an unholy hour for anything human, but the Moretti empire didn’t conform to human hours. It made its own rules and time. The grand meeting was set for that unnatural time. I stood before the mirror, smoothing my skirt—a sleek, custom Armani set, sharp and feminine, the hem brushing the top of my thighs. My blouse clung to my skin, and my makeup was darker than usual, my eyes shadowed and lips muted. I looked expensive, composed, untouchable. Or at least I wanted to.When I finally stepped out of the bedroom and walked downstairs, Cassian was already in the sitting room.He sat there, his body stretched across the couch, one arm sprawled along the backrest, a cigar glowing between his fingers. The smoke curled lazily upward, catching the dim light and softening the sharpness of his jaw. Cassian was hot, sexy and irresistible. He looked like sin dressed in discipline… impossibly handsome in his black tailored suit, dark