FOR HER SAKE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Amelia’s POVThe first thing I noticed the next morning wasn’t the sunlight filtering through the blinds, even though they looked magnificent, or Ruby’s chatter in the hall. It was the stack of files on my desk.They weren’t where I left them.Yesterday, I had shoved everything neatly into a single folder before going for that lunch and I had seen it the exact way when I came back in and met Gabriel lounging in my chair with comfort. Now, two of the contract documents sat half-open, a page sticking out at an odd angle, like someone had gone flipping through them in a hurry.I stared, pulse pricking hot at the back of my neck. Ruby was at her desk outside, humming like nothing was wrong while flipping through some pages and typing something on the system. Isaiah was leaning against the wall in his suit jacket, his eyes alert the moment I came out of the office. He started to follow me but I signalled that he didn’t, that I was not going anywhere.“Ruby,” I called, ensuring that my voic

Amelia’s POVI didn’t sleep that night. Even with Isaiah stationed outside my door like a silent guard dog, my mind kept circling back to the car, the message, and Gabriel’s warning.By morning, I gave up pretending I could handle it on my own and picked my phone to dial Kelvin’s number.Kelvin answered on the second ring. His voice was groggy, husky, like I’d dragged him out of a half-dream. “Amelia?”“It’s me.” I sat on the edge of my hotel bed,my robe wrapped tight around me, staring at the faint city glow bleeding through the curtains. “I need to tell you something.”There was a pause, a shift in his tone that went sharp, awake. “What happened?”I hesitated. Then, quietly, “Someone’s watching me.”He exhaled like he’d been expecting it, but it does not stop his voice from being filled with loads of worry. “Where?”“Outside the office last night. They didn’t follow us, but they seemed to make sure that I knew that I was being watched.” My voice trembled against my will. “Isaiah saw

Vasquez’s POVThe ledger was a thorn in my flesh.I thought I’d buried every trace of those numbers, locked them away with the years and the bodies. Yet somehow, Amelia, Adam’s daughter, had clawed her way to it. Bold little brat. Bold enough to walk into my conference room with her chin high, like she was the one holding court, when she didn’t even understand the game she was sitting in.No, I couldn’t let that stand. Not when I knew exactly what had happened the last time when we had this kind of issue on our handsI lit another cigarette, pacing my office, the curtains drawn tight. Smoke curled around me, thick and sharp, the air heavy with the smell of burning. “She thinks she’s clever,” I muttered to myself, exhaling. “But even clever women die off sometimes.”My phone buzzed. Rafael.Perfect.I flicked it on speaker and leaned back in my chair. “You’ve been waiting for me to call.”“Of course I have,” Rafael’s voice carried that restless edge of his, too eager, too hungry. “So?

Amelia’s POVGabriel was still standing by the door when I finally found my voice again.“That was what I was about to ask you. What the hell was that?” I asked, dropping my pen onto the desk with a soft clatter. “You both shared a look, what was that about?”He tilted his head, pretending to think, then shrugged in that careless, infuriatingly Gabriel way. “Which glare? The one where he looked like he wanted to commit homicide or the one that said I’m constipated with power?”I groaned. “You’re impossible.”“Correction,” he said, sauntering toward the chair opposite mine. “I’m adaptable. It’s my charm.”“Gabriel.”He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Fine. You want reasons why Vasquez might hate me? Buckle up.”He leaned back, ticking them off with his fingers. “One…once upon a time, I stole his lunch. Not figuratively, literally. The old man used to eat this fancy imported salmon, and I was starving. A man’s gotta survive.”I rolled my eyes. “That has to be the most untrue shit

Ruby’s POVI didn’t bother knocking. The door swung open with a bang that echoed down the hall, and my voice followed right after it.“Mateo!”The office was empty. The wide desk stood immaculate, papers neatly stacked, not a single chair out of place. My pulse spiked harder.I turned, my heels clicking against the marble, my heart loud enough to drown out reason. I moved fast, past the office, past the sitting room, past the damn hallway that had always felt too long.“Mateo!” I yelled again, my voice breaking slightly this time. No answer.The door to his bedroom was ajar. I pushed it open and found, nothing. Just the faint smell of his cologne and smoke lingering in the air.Then I heard it. A low murmur, distant but clear enough to recognize his voice. I turned toward the balcony and saw him below, standing near the driveway with a few men. His hand moved as he gestured, a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers.Relief hit me first. Then irritation.I rushed down the stairs,