Falling for my Saviour のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Aria’s POV I couldn’t sleep again. I’d tried, turned over too many times, stared at the ceiling until my eyes ached, but sleep wouldn’t come. The silence pressed too much, and my head wouldn’t stop replaying the words from last night. A day has passed and he still avoided me like plaque and sometimes it made me question, why he made efforts to find me just to give me the silent treatment. I’d thought I wanted freedom. Now I couldn’t even figure out what it meant anymore. So I got up. My hands needed something to do, anything that didn’t involve thinking. I tied my robe, slipped out barefoot, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I wasn’t really craving it. I just needed the noise of it , the taste , the spoon hitting the mug, the smell that reminded me I was still here. I moved slow, careful not to make a sound, though I didn’t even know why. I didn’t expect him to be awake. The machine hissed softly. I poured the coffee, watched the dark swirl rise, and let

Aria’s POV The morning came slow, and the light outside felt soft and lazy, like the world hadn’t fully woken up yet. I didn’t sleep much the night before; I kept turning over, thinking about everything that had happened, thinking about the fight, the chase, the look on his face when he told me to leave. My head still hurt from it all, like the noise hadn’t gone away even after the silence returned. When I finally got up, the house was quiet, too quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you listen harder for sounds that aren’t there. I pulled on a sweater and walked toward the balcony, hoping maybe the wind would help me breathe better, and that’s when I saw him outside. He was standing by the railing, a cup of coffee in his hand, his shoulders relaxed but his face drawn, like he hadn’t slept either. There was something heavy about the way he stood, like his mind was still somewhere else. The morning light hit his face, and that’s when I noticed the faint marks along his arm small

Damien’s POV The day had been long before it even began. Meetings stacked one after another, calls that led nowhere, messages from contacts that suddenly stopped replying, and the constant hum of a business trying to keep its head above water while every rumor in the city tried to pull it under. By late afternoon, my head was pounding and my patience had thinned to nothing. Ethan and Christiano were in the office with me, both looking like men who hadn’t slept properly in days. The air felt heavy with everything we weren’t saying. Ethan was pacing. He had been doing that since the morning. His voice carried that low urgency that always came when he was hiding nerves. He kept talking about the docks, the men, the shipments that never made it through, and the names that were starting to leak in places they shouldn’t. Christiano sat across from me, leaning back in his chair, eyes half-closed but sharp enough to catch every word. He said the men arrested would not talk. He said they

Aria’s POV The cramps had started early that morning, dull and heavy, the kind that made it hard to move. I had spent most of the day in bed, curled up under the sheets, half asleep, half aware of the quiet hum of the house. The television was on somewhere in the background, the sound low, just voices talking about things I didn’t want to hear anymore. They kept saying his name on the news, showing his picture, showing courtrooms and flashes of cars. I kept telling myself not to look, but my eyes always drifted back to the screen. By the time evening came, I was tired enough to stop trying. The pain had eased a little, replaced by that foggy calm that comes when you’re too drained to feel anything else. I got up, wrapped a shawl around myself, and went to the kitchen for tea. The kettle had just started to boil when I heard it an unfamiliar knock at the front door, sharp and deliberate. It wasn’t the kind of knock that waited politely. It was firm, repeated, each one louder th

Damien’s POV It was almost midnight when I got the chance to go home. It had been one of those days that refused to end meetings stacked on calls, calls stacked on problems, everyone demanding answers I didn’t have. By the time I left the courthouse, the cameras were still there, the same faces waiting to see if I’d flinch. I didn’t. I gave them nothing. I wanted quiet. That was all. A few minutes where no one said my name. When I walked in, I didn’t expect her. I had avoided her for days since these issues began. Aria was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, hands folded like she’d been waiting for me to show up and run out of excuses. No greeting. No expression. Just her eyes following me as I stepped further in. “How was it?” she asked. I didn’t answer. I dropped the suit on the couch, pulled off the watch, loosened my collar. I could still feel the sting behind my temples the headache that had been waiting all day for permission to hurt. She stayed still. “How was i