His Little Temptress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Asher’s eyes swept the park restlessly. The night sky was dark, but the glow of scattered lamps lit the paths well enough that anyone could be found, anyone except Tessa. His chest tightened with worry. She had never sounded so shattered before, her voice trembling through the phone in a way that had made his chest ache. That was why he had run out here because he couldn’t ignore that kind of pain.He headed toward the playground. It was nearly empty now, just a few people moving about. Still, no sign of her. With frustration and worry poking at him, he lifted his phone and pressed call.“Where exactly are you, Tessa?” he asked, his voice low but urgent.“Come to the Merry-Go-Round. You’ll see me.”Asher cut the call and broke into a faster stride, weaving past the benches until he reached the far corner of the playground. Then he finally spotted her standing with her back to him. She wasn’t moving, just staring at the carousel, its empty horses spinning in slow, lonely circles.“Hey

Lila scoffed, her disbelief written all over her face as her eyes darted back to Crusher.“You can’t be serious about this, Uncle. Why would you suddenly want Graves replaced? I like Graves better.” Her voice came out in a low whine, heavy with displeasure and her lips tugging into a pout.Damien’s expression didn’t change. His tone was flat and merciless. “And that’s exactly why I’m replacing him, Lila. You shouldn’t like him. If you do, then he didn’t do his job well.”A frown creased her forehead, frustration bubbling to the surface. Her gaze flicked around the garage at the others before she abruptly grabbed Damien’s hand and tugged him forward, pulling him away as if she couldn’t risk them overhearing what she wanted to say.The sudden contact made Damien’s chest tighten, a spark flaring beneath his skin where her small hand clutched his. His men exchanged startled glances with one another, silently stunned by the sight of their boss being dragged along by her, something none of

Silvano noticed their speechless expressions and gave a pained, small smile before continuing.“I married my late wife, Bianca, as a single mother,” he said quietly. “Trust me, she was a very beautiful lady, full of charm, grace, and fire.” His eyes softened, fixed somewhere in the void only he could see.Damien and Vladislav stayed silent, the weight of his tone pulling them in.“I followed her everywhere,” Silvano continued with a faint, rueful smile. “Told her I wouldn’t stop until she became mine. But Bianca… she was terrified of my world, of what I was. I promised her safety, and eventually she said yes but on one condition.”He looked between the two men, making sure they understood.“That I would love and protect her daughter as if she were my own. I laughed then, told her it was already a given because I loved her, both of them.”Silvano’s voice grew quieter. “Then she told me the truth about the child’s father — a criminal. A man who took what he wanted when she refused him.

Damien and Vladislav sat face-to-face in the private jet, the steady hum of the engines filling the silence between them. Vladislav’s gaze remained fixed on the view outside, while Damien studied his expression with quiet intent.“His current location is traced to a shabby area called Mussafah,” the intel reported as he stepped forward. He looked young around mid-twenties, with tousled golden hair. “I’m still trying to pinpoint his exact location there, but it’s not entirely clear. I’m starting to think he might have found the tracker on Grace.”Damien turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder at the man. “Still in Abu Dhabi?”“Yes, sir.”“We’ll find him there,” Damien said evenly, his tone calm but certain. He shifted his attention back to Vladislav, who still hadn’t pulled his eyes away from the window.The intel gave a short nod and retreated to the rear cabin, where the rest of the Silvano men were gathered, their low murmurs blending with the distant thrum of the engines.“I ca

The cars sped down the highway, tires cutting through the quiet morning. Sunlight spilled through the tinted windows, turning the interior a dull gold. In the back seat, Damien and Vladislav checked their guns, their movements calm but sharp. The intel sat in the front beside the driver, tablet balanced on his knee as he scanned the live feed.“Can I see the bastard’s face again? And how exactly can he be hiding in a market?” Vladislav asked, leaning forward.The intel handed him the iPad, the screen showing their victim and the kidnapper side by side.Damien’s jaw flexed as he looked. “He’s going to die today.”“He’s up on the rooftop, sir,” the intel said quickly. “But I can see some of his men disguised as vendors. They’re positioned around the stalls.”Damien closed his eyes briefly, then opened them with a hard focus.“Such a dickhead,” Vladislav muttered.Within minutes, the convoy reached the market district. The driver slowed and parked a few blocks from the main entrance. It