The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

KROSSI reached for her hands before I said anything else because I already knew that once the words came out, there would be no pulling them back, no softening the weight of them. I needed her to feel that she wasn’t alone in this world, that whatever was about to land on her chest wasn’t going to hit without me standing right there with her.“Sade,” I said quietly, wrapping my fingers around hers, feeling how cold they were. “Look at me for a second.”She did, her eyes still shiny from the news about her perfume line, her face open in a way that scared me because it meant she trusted me way more than she should right now.“I need you to know something before I say this,” I continued, my voice low, steady, even though my chest felt tight. “I didn’t go looking for answers to hurt you, and I didn’t do it because I was curious or bored, I did it because I thought you deserved the truth even if it was ugly.”Her lips parted slightly.“You went looking where?” she asked.“Greece,” I said

SADE I woke up the next day after bawling my eyes out and realized that if I stayed curled inside my bed any longer, it would start owning parts of me that didn’t belong to grief. So I made a quiet decision right there in my bed that I would not disappear into mourning even if it still lived with me, because my mom didn’t survive what she did just for me to stop living once she was gone.That didn’t mean I was suddenly fine or healed or strong every second of the day; it just meant I didn’t want the stress to bring down my life, and even when my chest still felt heavy, and my eyes still burned without warning, I was going to push through.The company sat in my mind, living rent-free.My company.Those words still felt strange when I said them out loud.“I own a perfume line,” I whispered one afternoon, standing in front of my workspace, and I almost laughed because it sounded unreal, like something that belonged to another person. This braver person deserved it and didn’t wake up eve

KROSS I was sitting on the couch watching TV when I heard the door slam.It wasn’t an angry slam or a fast one… it was only just the soft click of a zipper and the careful drag of a suitcase wheel that said she was trying not to be loud, trying not to make this more complicated than it already was.I walked to the hallway barefoot, coffee cold in my hand, watching her fold herself into leaving.Sade moved as if she were afraid she would change her mind if she stayed too long.She didn’t look at me at first. She had on that gray sweater she liked because it was too big and made her feel hidden. Her hair was pulled back, and she wore no makeup. That showed me she was in a hurry to leave, and it hurt more than anything else could.“You don’t have to go like this,” I said, keeping my voice low like the walls were listening.She stopped but didn’t turn around.“I do,” she said. “If I don’t, I won’t.”I stepped closer. Not close enough to touch her. I didn’t trust myself with that.“You co

SADE I woke up tired and went to bed exhausted. I didn’t complain. It became a daily routine for me to wake up every day already feeling like I had a hundred broken bones. That was my life since I started running my company. I was tired, but I wasn’t complaining, though. I would do it over and over again.Everyday wasn’t the same, some days started before the sun was fully up, my alarm screaming like it was angry at me for even trying to get up, and I would roll out of bed, step over half unpacked boxes, and head straight for the kettle because coffee had become less of a drink for me and more of a lifeline, something I held onto to keep moving.“Okay,” I told myself one morning, staring at my reflection with swollen eyes and hair pulled into a messy knot. “You don’t get to fall apart yet.”The office wasn’t really an office at first. It was a rented space that smelled like paint and dust and old papers, with flickering lights and a desk that wobbled when you leaned on it too hard. I

SADE I knew he was there before I even let myself look at him, and my body reacted first, my shoulders stiffened, and my chest tightened like it remembered our time together.The man standing beside me was Daniel from operations, one of my employees. He was the kind who showed up early and stayed late and believed in what we were building without needing speeches, and he was talking about vendor schedules. At the same time, I nodded and smiled, focusing on breathing normally even though the air in the room suddenly felt heavier.“Do you want another drink?” Daniel asked.“I’m good,” I said quickly, keeping my eyes forward even though every instinct in me wanted to turn.I didn’t look at Kross.Not when the room shifted. Not when the energy changed. Not when I felt that pull in my chest that I used to mistake for comfort.I had learned discipline over the years. I had learned how to hold my face steady while everything inside me moved. I had learned how to stay present even when the p