MARRIAGE WITH MY HUSBAND'S BROTHER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 19

When Alisa and Leo arrived back in Seoul, the car ride from the airport felt suffocating with unspoken words. The low hum of the engine was the only sound filling the dark, leather-scented interior. Leo’s eyes flicked toward her every so often, quick glances that lingered just long enough to be felt but not long enough to hint a conversation. He said nothing and neither did she yet the silence between them wasn’t angry, it was heavy as if each of them was weighing the price of what had just happened and what was yet to come.Beyond the car windows, the city was waking up under a pale, washed out dawn. The Seoul skyline loomed ahead with its towers piercing the early morning mist and neon lights still flickering like tired sentinels not being able to sleep.With arms crossed loosely over her chest, Alisa leaned back against the cold leather seat. The fatigue from days of emotional chaos was tugging at her, but her mind was too restless to surrender to it. Her gaze drifted to the passin

After leaving the dinner early, Leo gripped the steering wheel more tightly than needed. The city lights created broken patterns on the windshield as they raced through the night. His jaw tensed and his eyes remained fixed ahead but his mind was still caught up in the chaos they had just escaped. In the passenger seat, Alisa sat silently. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and her gaze out the window was calm, composed, and unreadable.Leo scoffed. “Twisted bitch.”Alisa glanced at him. “Excuse me?”“Not you,” he muttered. “Your sister, crying like a starlet on cue.”Alisa gave a soft, bitter laugh. “She’s always been dramatic but she gets what she wants.”A pause. “Even if she has to rip it out of someone else’s hands.”Leo’s fingers tapped the steering wheel. “Victor plays along like he’s some poor, heartbroken husband. Bastard acts like he’s been wounded by love, not by his own damn ego.”“Well, don’t you think they deserve each other?” Alisa said flatly, voice devoid of heat

After a month of grueling, painfully drawn-out proceedings, each court appearance feeling like an open wound being salted, the divorce was finally, officially finalized. Papers were signed, hands were shaken and in the eyes of the public, it was over. While Naomi and Celeste toasted their so-called victory over champagne in some high-rise penthouse, basking in the smug satisfaction of what they believed to be a well-played game, Alisa felt no such triumph even though it was what she wants. She slipped away quietly with her presence barely noticed as though she were nothing more than a shadow exiting the room, as though she was never there to begin with. “Finally,” Naomi purred, her lips curling in satisfaction. “she’s out of the picture for good now.”Celeste smirked over her glass while the city lights reflected in her sharp eyes. “Out of the picture but not out of the game yet,” she replied smoothly.“If Victor moves quickly, the baby will be a Ravencroft before the press can crea

Alisa’s eyelids fluttered open to a room heavy with shadows and a scent she couldn’t mistake, Leo’s. The bed beneath her felt unfamiliar, too soft and warm in all the wrong places then there’s a subtle, bitter ache blooming deep in her muscles, reminders of last night she didn’t want to remember, while her throat tasted faintly of expensive liquor, sharp and lingering.Her pulse stirred, quickening as the realization hit her that she wasn’t alone.Her gaze drifted slowly upward.There, mere inches from her face, Leo sat propped against the headboard, bare-chested with his dark eyes sharp and unreadable. He watched her with an intensity that made her breath hitch. Not with concern and not with tenderness but like a predator savoring the moment before the hunt.He said nothing as her heart slammed wildly against her ribs but his hand found hers, cold and possessive, curling his fingers around her wrist like a silent claim.“A punishment for sleeping on me last night,” Leo murmured, his