The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

SADE I sat at one of the long oak tables in the academy library, surrounded by old books that smelled like dust and secrets. My notebook was open in front of me, pages already half-filled with scribbles about rare oils (oud, ambergris, tuberose absolute) and how they changed when you mixed them with something sharp like bergamot or something sweet like vanilla.I was obsessed. Hours went by, and I didn’t even notice. The way jasmine opened up at night, the way sandalwood made everything feel expensive and warm… I wrote it all down like it was the most essential thing in the world.Because maybe it was.One day, I wanted my name on a bottle. I wanted people to spray something I made and stop dead in their tracks. I wanted them to feel something they couldn’t name.And yes, part of me—the part I never said out loud—wanted Kross to smell it on some woman’s neck one night and freeze. I wanted him to know it was me, that I wasn’t broken anymore. That I’d built something beautiful out of t

KROSSThe warehouse was pitch-black under the night light, and it was quiet. Typical of illegal spaces.From the roof across the street, I watched the place through binoculars, my jaw tight. My shoulders were stiff, my breathing hard. The city lights didn’t reach this part of town. It was just darkness; anyone lurking around these areas was sure to get attacked or mogged. Everyone around here was wild.“Two black vans just pulled in,” my guy Marcus said through the comms. “License plates match.”I didn’t answer right away. I watched the doors open.Men stepped out. Laughing and excited. I knew their type; they thought the world revolved around them, and they were so untouchable.My hands curled slowly into fists. My claws fought to be free, but I had to stay calm.This was it.Weeks of tracking calls, watching movements, digging through old records, following money trails that made my head hurt. All of it led here.Somewhere in this mess was part of Sade’s past.And I was done letting

KROSS“Sir Kross,” Gabriel’s voice came through, tight and rushed. “It’s your father.”My chest locked even though I already knew. Gabriel followed orders like his life depended on it. So if he was calling, then it was definitely an emergency. And an emergency meant…“What happened?” I asked, my voice rough. “He collapsed again,” Gabriel said. “The doctors moved him to the emergency ward. They’re asking for you to come now.”Now.Fuck, I didn't like this. I grabbed my jacket.“I’m on my way,” I said, already moving, but then I paused and looked at Sade. She gave a slight nod. “Be safe.” I returned the nod and headed for the door.The drive to the hospital felt longer than it should have. Every red light felt personal. My hands stayed tight on the steering wheel. My jaw ached from clenching it.I hadn’t planned to see him like this.I hadn’t planned anything.The recent events have taken my mind off him, so this came like a blow, even though I should have seen it coming. When I go

KROSSI didn’t think losing my father would hit me this hard. I didn’t want to feel it, but I did, so I did the next thing my mind could think of: a distraction.That was why I went to Greece.Not to escape his death. I knew better than that. Death follows you. But I needed motion. I needed purpose. If I stopped moving, I’d start thinking too hard, and thinking was dangerous right now.The hospital sat on a hill overlooking the city. Old stone walls. Faded paint. I had been here before, weeks ago, collecting records, snapping photos, asking questions. This time, I came back with the pictures printed, laid flat in a folder.I needed confirmation.At the reception desk, a woman with silver hair and tired eyes looked up at me.“Yes?” she asked.“I’m looking for a nurse who worked here about twenty-five years ago,” I said. “Her name might be Eleni.”The woman studied my face for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “She’s retired. But she still comes by sometimes. For paperwork.”“Is she he

KROSSI wasn’t done searching.That truth sat heavy in my chest the entire drive home, pressing against my ribs like it wanted out. Greece had given me pieces. Names. Handwriting. Half-truths wrapped in dust and regret. But no ending. No clean answer.And then there was my father.Dead.Just like that.I wasn’t even prepared enough for that. No last conversation that fixed what we never said. Just a body that went quiet and a house that felt empty afterward.And Sade’s mother.A ghost that refused to stay buried.It all piled up inside me until I felt like I was carrying too much weight for one man.So I came home.Not because I had answers.But because I was tired of holding everything alone.When I stepped out of the elevator, the house smelled like her.Her soft, familiar scent. Comforting in a way nothing else had been lately.Sade stood in the kitchen, barefoot, wearing one of my shirts. Her hair was pulled back, her face bare. She looked up when she heard me, and the moment our