Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Don’t you dare call what we have “wrong.”The only real sin is you trying to walk away from what owns us both.EZREAL’S POVThe next morning came quietly.Baron moved through the halls at my side like he belonged there now, shoulders straighter, eyes brighter. The marks on his skin were hidden beneath the clothes I’d chosen for him myself, but I knew they were there, they were carved into him just as deeply as he was carved into me.When we entered the main building, every head turned. Not because of me. Because of him. Because everyone could feel the shift. I took him straight to my office.“Send Vincent and Aiden to me,” I told one of the guards. “Now.”He nodded and left. Inside, I dropped into my chair and pulled Baron with me without asking. He settled easily into my lap, like it was the most natural place in the world. His weight, his warmth was grounding.He leaned back against my chest, relaxed, but I could feel the tension under his skin. The whole house was watching. He knew

CELESTE’S POVI didn’t think about the consequences of my actions. I didn't even think about whether the person I had shot would die from the wound. Thinking would’ve slowed me down. The guard’s gun was heavier than I expected, cold in my palm, unfamiliar, but desperation has a way of teaching you quickly. I smiled when I handed it back to him. Soft. Sweet. Harmless. The kind of smile men always underestimate.The shot echoed louder than I imagined. I didn’t look back. I ran. My lungs burned as I cleared the gate, my pulse roaring in my ears, every instinct screaming at me to disappear. I cut through the side path, vaulted a low wall, and kept moving until the estate lights vanished behind me. Only then did I slow down. I checked the reflections. Windows. Car mirrors. I doubled back twice, took an alley that stank of rot and rain, waited, counted to sixty with my heart in my throat. Nothing. No footsteps. No engines. No shadows that lingered too long. Ezreal’s men were good. Too good

EZREAL’S POVI sat behind my desk fully dressed, jacket buttoned, watch snug at my wrist. Everything was in place. There was a particular kind of calm that came right before the hunt, it was always sharp, focused and inevitable. The room smelled faintly of leather and smoke. Vincent sat opposite me, posture straight, expression hard. Baron was beside me, closer to me than anyone else was allowed to be, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm I was holding back.“She left Kaitlyn’s place twenty minutes ago,” Vincent said. “No obvious panic and no hesitation.”I nodded once. I already knew the rest. “She made a call,” Vincent added. “One call. The person on the other end was Lucien. This proves that she has been working with him. From everything, I don’t think she knows we are following her, Boss.”That was all the confirmation I needed. I leaned back slightly, fingers steepled. “Good,” I said calmly. Too calmly. “That just saved us weeks.”Baron glanced at me. “You bugged Kaitlyn's ho

CELESTE’S POVLucien’s house looked exactly how I imagined it would – dark, guarded, and expensive in a way that screamed control. The moment the door closed behind us, I felt the weight of it settle on my chest, but I told myself it was a relief. I was here. I’d made it before Ezreal could stop me.“This room,” Lucien said, opening a door down a quiet corridor. “You’ll stay here.”I stepped inside and turned to face him before he could retreat back into his walls. Lucien had always been handsome. That was what drew me to him in the first place. Before I could second-guess myself, I grabbed his collar and slammed my lips onto his. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. I tried to pry his mouth open but was shocked when he didn't kiss me back. The Lucien I knew would have slammed me against the wall and taken me before we even entered the room. Instead, the man standing before me was cold and distant. Almost like a stranger. I kissed him again and got the same reaction. Nothing. He didn'

If fate asked me to choose between the world and your heartbeat,I’d silence the world without hesitation.EZREAL’S POVI stepped inside and headed for the living room, my boots quiet against polished stone. The weight of everything that had gone down settled on my chest like a rock. Even though I had succeeded in my plans, I still wanted to be with Baron. Holding him kept me sane and that was all I always wanted. As I stepped into the house, that's when I saw them.Baron and Aiden sat close together on the couch, shoulders angled toward each other, voices low. They didn’t notice me at first. I slowed without meaning to, instinct more than choice.Then I heard it. “Why did you stay with him?” Aiden asked softly. “With Ezreal. I mean, I know the story about how everything went down fifteen years ago between you too. My father told it to me and even if I was still a kid, I understood you were manipulated. But why did you choose Ezreal after all those years?” Baron didn’t answer immedia