Three Hot Billionaires Brothers wants Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

By the time we reached the hotel, I thought he would let the tension rest. But Liam had other plans.The suite he led me into outshone even Zane’s dinner. That night with Zane had been flawless, a high-profile affair of glittering chandeliers, roses scattered like jewels, and waiters who floated in silence as though serving royalty. It had felt untouchable, the kind of memory carved in gold.But this… this was more. Bigger, bolder, more consuming. The kind of scene that swallowed me whole, not with staged perfection, but with Liam’s fire, his hunger to prove that no one, least of all his brother, could match what he could give me.The balcony doors stood wide open, and beyond them, the ocean roared under the twilight sky. A private orchestra was set up just outside, violins tuning softly, waiting. Inside, the room glowed with amber light, a fire crackling in the corner despite the warm air. The scent of jasmine drifted through the space, subtle, intoxicating.And the table.It wasn’t

It churned inside me for so long, clawing at my throat, until I couldn’t hold it anymore, I finally broke the silence and spoke.”“Liam, I can’t,” I whispered, shaking my head with a weak smile. “I’ve eaten more than enough tonight. Honestly, I feel like if I swallow one more thing, I’ll just roll over and die in your arms.”He chuckled, that deep, teasing laugh that made my stomach flutter like wings. “Then die in my arms, my Haven. I’ll catch you before the ground ever does.”My chest squeezed tight at the way he said it, my Haven. That name again felt heavier than any diamond necklace Zane could hang around my neck. Haven… as if I was his escape, his home, the place his restless soul came to breathe.“I mean it, Liam,” I insisted, crossing my arms, though a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “I’m too full. My body is begging me for mercy.”His eyes softened, those molten brown pools glimmering under the warm lights of his suite. He stepped closer, lowering his voice until it

My body went stiff in Liam’s arms, every muscle snapping like a pulled string. My heart hammered against my ribs, wild and desperate, as though it wanted to escape me.“Oh no… oh no, the nuns are here,” I whispered, no, shouted, before I even realized the words were tumbling out. “They’ve come to eat me alive! Father Lord, save me! I’m just an orphan, I didn’t ask for this! I never wished for this to happen!”It wasn’t until Liam’s chest rumbled with a sharp laugh beneath me that I realized every single word had spilled into the air, not just in my head, but out loud. Loud enough that the whole room turned.People froze, popcorn halfway to their mouths, sodas suspended midair. Every eye locked on me as though I was part of the movie itself.Mortified, I clamped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late.“Oh my God, Lena,” Liam whispered, trying to contain his laughter, his arm tightening around my waist as I clung to him like a terrified child. “You’re praying out loud. You’re practic

The words slipped out before I could stop them.“Yes,” I whispered, my throat tight, my palms clammy. “Stay with me tonight.”Liam froze. His hand on my back stiffened, the teasing smirk he always wore gone, replaced by something darker, heavier. His eyes bore into mine like he was peeling away every excuse, every layer of hesitation, until nothing was left but raw honesty.“You’re serious,” he said finally, his voice low, almost dangerous.My pulse leaped. “I… I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”For a moment, neither of us moved. The hallway around us buzzed faintly with life, hotel guests walking past, the hum of distant elevators, the clink of glasses from the bar down the hall. But between us, it felt like the world had slowed, like time itself was holding its breath.Then, without another word, Liam caught my hand and started walking. His grip was firm, unyielding, like he was afraid I’d take it back if he gave me the chance.My legs felt like jelly as we headed toward the elevat

The next hour unfolded like something out of a fantasy I never knew I craved. Warm water cascaded through my hair, fingers weaving oils that smelled of roses and champagne into every strand until the entire room seemed drenched in luxury.The masseuse’s touch was slow, deliberate, circling at my temples, gliding down my neck, coaxing the tension out of me until I thought I might dissolve into the chair itself. Every breath I took carried that heady blend of roses and bubbles, a scent that clung to my skin, making me feel decadent, untouchable, almost otherworldly.I stole a glance at Liam, only to find his gaze already fixed on me. He sat sprawled in a velvet armchair across the room, one ankle resting casually over his knee, a glass of champagne balanced in his hand. The golden liquid caught the light as he swirled it lazily, bubbles rising in slow motion, almost hypnotic.But it wasn’t the champagne he was savoring—it was me. His eyes tracked every movement I made, lingering shamele