Three Hot Billionaires Brothers wants Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Lena – POVWhen I was seventeen, I lost everything in one night. My parents died in a car crash on a rainy Sunday, and from that moment on, it was just me, alone, broke, and barely surviving.I fought my way through school, juggled jobs, cried into old sweaters, and counted coins just to eat. But I never stopped hoping.Then, one night, an email from The Carter Group changed everything. I almost deleted it, thinking it was a scam.Now here I am, inside the gates of a mansion I never dreamed I’d step foot in, clinging to a fragile chance to turn my life around.The iron gates shut behind the sleek black car with a soft clank that felt a lot more like a lock than a welcome.Everything about this place screamed money. From the stone lions flanking the driveway to the fountains glittering like something out of a fairy tale. My fingers clenched tighter around the handle of my suitcase as the car crawled forward, each second making my heart beat harder.Was this happening?I hadn’t slept. M

Lena POV The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the Carter estate, casting long shadows across the marble floors. I carried a tray of drinks down the polished corridor, every step echoing softly. My palms were already slick with sweat, and the silver tray trembled slightly in my hands. My mind spun, still trying to piece together the cryptic warnings Ruby had whispered that morning.I wasn’t sure if it was courage or recklessness that made me pause outside the study door, the same one I’d been warned to never approach.But I lingered.Low voices slipped through the cracks of the heavy oak. Rough. Urgent. Charged with something dark and dangerous.I froze.It was them.Zane. Liam.I presumed.Their tones rose and fell like waves crashing against stone. Something about a shipment. A betrayal. A voice I didn’t recognize spoke with venom. Maybe that should be Kai.“...he’s crossing a line. We don’t tolerate loose ends.”“Let me handle it.”“No. Last time you handled i

Cordelia didn’t respond. Not at first.I just stared at him, my chest tight, like I’d forgotten how to breathe. And for the first time, I saw it, not just history between them, but something unfinished.But in Zane’s eyes, I saw something else. Something that made my pulse spike.He was protecting me.Cordelia hissed something in French I didn’t understand and stormed off, her heels clicking like gunshots on marble. I was still shaking from the rush of adrenaline when Zane turned to me.“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his tone low but sharp.“I’m not afraid of her,” I shot back.His gaze didn’t soften. “You should be.”Later that night, the party still buzzed below, but Zane and I ended up alone on the rooftop balcony. The air was cooler up here, but my skin was warm, every nerve aware of him standing beside me.He lit a cigarette, offered me one. I shook my head.“Why are you helping me?” I finally asked.He stared out at the city lights, smoke curling from his lips. “Becau

I tried to sleep. I really did.But the image of Zane’s face when he saw that message wouldn’t leave my head. The tension in his jaw. The way his voice dropped low when he told me to lock my door.By 3 a.m., I was pacing.By 3:10, I was standing at my window, watching the driveway below.That’s when I saw it, a black SUV pulling in through the gates. Not the sleek luxury cars I’d gotten used to seeing, but something darker, more anonymous.Three men got out. None of them were dressed for the gala. All of them looked like they belonged in a fight, not a ballroom.They didn’t knock on the front door.They were let in.…✿…✿…By morning, the Hills’ mansion looked the same. Quiet. Perfect. Like nothing had happened.But when I went downstairs for breakfast, the air felt… wrong.Liam was already at the table, coffee in hand, perfectly put together. He looked up as I entered, and that smile, that damn slow, deliberate smile, made my stomach knot.“Good morning, Lena,” he said smoothly. “Sle

Mrs. Hills appeared at the doorway, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the corridor lamps. Her voice was even, steady, but carried that quiet authority that never needed to be raised.“Miss Lena, your presence is required upstairs. Mr. Carter has summoned you.”My stomach tightened at the sound of his name. Mr. Thomas Carter.I turned toward Mrs. Hills, searching her face for a clue, any hint of why I was being called, but she gave me nothing, just a polite nod, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She was loyal to the family first, always.Behind me, I felt Zane’s eyes. The sharp pull of his silence. He leaned back releasing his grip tightened on my arm, his jaw flexing, but he said nothing.”And yet, I felt him on my skin as I turned away, the silence heavy, pressing at my back with every step I took down the corridor.My heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing louder than they should have, each sound punctuating the hush of the house. My mind wouldn’t still. What