Three Hot Billionaires Brothers wants Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 188

The thunder outside rolled like a wounded beast, its growl echoing through the marble hall. The open balcony doors let in cold wind and rain, scattering papers across the floor, drenching the velvet curtains that swayed like ghosts of what once was.Liam stepped forward first, rain dripping from his shirt, his eyes dark and searching.“You think walking away will fix it?” he asked, voice low, strained, trembling between anger and heartbreak.The wind howled behind him, pushing the curtains back with every word, as if the mansion itself was holding its breath.I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “No,” I whispered, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “But maybe walking away will stop what’s left from being destroyed.”Zane’s voice broke the silence, cracked and raw. “Don’t do this, Lena. Don’t walk out like we’re strangers.”My heart twisted at the sound of his voice — the same voice that had once made my walls crumble, the one that used to make laughter sound like music.“You’re not strang

The storm followed me halfway down the road, then softened into a quiet drizzle that felt like forgiveness. By the time I reached the small town, the world had changed, not in color, but in weight. Everything seemed lighter. The streetlamps glowed softly through the mist, the sidewalks shimmered, and my old shoes made that familiar squeak against the wet ground.When I reached the corner, I stopped.The bakery stood right where I left it, the same white-and-blue sign that read *Alden’s Bread & Blessings*, the same wide windows fogged by the warmth inside.For a moment, I just stood there, breathing in the smell of sugar, cinnamon, and nostalgia. Then I pushed the door open.The bell above the door chimed, a tiny sound, but it hit something deep inside me. It sounded like *home*.Mrs. Alden turned from behind the counter, flour dusting her apron and cheeks. Her eyes widened, and for a second, she just stared. Then her hands flew to her mouth.“Lena?” she whispered, her voice trembling

Days turned into weeks, and the rhythm of our new life unfolded like a soft melody, simple, sweet, and deeply alive.Mornings began with the scent of yeast and sugar, the hum of the ovens, and Mrs. Alden’s cheerful humming drifting through the bakery like sunlight through lace curtains. The warmth of freshly baked bread filled every corner, wrapping around us like a soft embrace.Adrian and I would move around each other easily, a quiet dance born of familiarity and affection. I’d be at the counter, hands deep in flour, kneading dough until it turned smooth and elastic beneath my palms. He’d be beside me, sleeves rolled up, tongue caught between his teeth in concentration as he tried, always with such determination, to braid a loaf without turning it into a lumpy, uneven mess.Sometimes he’d look up, flour smudged on his cheek, and grin sheepishly when I caught him sneaking glances my way. I’d tease him about it, and he’d laugh, that warm, unguarded laugh that made the whole bakery f

Months later, under the same rain that once witnessed my goodbye, I stood outside the bakery with Adrian, hand in hand. The rain came softly this time, not the wild, angry storm that once soaked me to the bone, but a gentle drizzle, cool and cleansing, like the world was washing itself clean.The street glistened under the glow of the lamplight, cobblestones shining like polished glass. Behind us, Whispers of Home glowed warmly through the mist, golden light spilling through the window, blurring against the falling rain.Adrian’s fingers tightened around mine. “You remember the last time it rained like this?” he asked, his voice low, almost lost in the soft patter of drops.A smile tugged at my lips. “How could I forget? I was running barefoot, crying, and swearing I’d never look back.”He chuckled, brushing a strand of wet hair from my cheek. “And yet, here you are—looking perfect, standing right where you belong.”I rolled my eyes, laughing softly. “Perfect? I’m drenched, my hair’s