Into His Mistress's Body: Billionaire's Heartless Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Yvonne, “What the hell is that? Yvonne! We had already talked about it. Are you trying to screw me up?” Liam’s voice came sharp and venomous through the phone, each word slicing into my ear. I slowly sat up, the fabric of the couch creasing beneath my palms. My eyes darkened as they fell on the scar on my elbow, the jagged, pale line that never quite faded. The one my mother gave me on my fifteenth birthday. My fingers brushed over it unconsciously, the old sting flaring as if my skin remembered before my mind did. “What did you think?” I asked, my jaw tightening. “That I would let you go that easily without paying for your betrayal, Liam? Did you forget who I am?” My voice came out sharp, clipped, carrying a calm that was far more dangerous than rage. The balcony behind me felt like a familiar refuge. Cool morning air drifted in, brushing against my skin, carrying the faint scent of city dust and distant traffic. It grounded me, kept my hands from shaking. Three days ago, I

Yvonne,I stood in the corner of the kitchen, motionless, watching Dante and Aurora eat the pancakes I had made. I had deliberately avoided adding too many chocolate chips, even though Aurora loved them. Dante was a man with sharp instincts. He noticed everything but rarely spoke about it. I had no intention of creating even the smallest situation that could lead him to uncover my original identity.His voice broke through my thoughts as he lifted his coffee and muttered, “The coffee…” He looked at me with that exhausted gaze, heavy and distant. “Did you make it?”A knot twisted painfully in my stomach. Was it not to his taste? I was sure I had made it exactly the way he liked.I nodded quickly, forcing myself not to reveal my nervousness. “Is it not your taste? I can make you a new one—”“No.” He cut me off, his voice cold. “It’s alright.” He took a sip without another glance.“Papa… when will Mommy come home?”Aurora’s small voice shattered the fragile quiet. She poked at her pancak

Taylor,“Fucking bitch!” Veronica screamed, hurling the things on the table straight at the wall. The crash echoed sharply through the room. I froze for half a second, my eyes widening as shards scattered across the floor. Her chest was heaving, shoulders trembling violently, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles twitching beneath her skin.“Veronica? What happened?” I rushed toward her, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs, panic flooding my veins.“Damn it!” she snarled, dragging her hands through her hair so hard it tugged at her scalp. “Why can’t I be like her? Why can’t I?” Her voice cracked as she laughed bitterly, then broke entirely. “What does she have that I don’t? Why can’t I speak up in front of her?” She clawed at her throat as if something invisible were choking her. “It’s like she grips my neck every time she looks at me!”Tears poured down her face, unchecked, soaking into her shirt as her body shook violently.“I’ve always wanted to be like her,” she sobbed,

Yvonne,I placed the short ribs in the pressure cooker, fingers moving on autopilot as the lid locked into place with a dull click. I needed them tender as soon as possible since dinner had to be ready tonight, and there was no chance of letting anything simmer overnight. The steady hiss of the cooker filled the kitchen, but it did nothing to calm the tight coil in my chest.Dante had said a professional chef would come, but I stopped him. I told him that since I was the live-in nanny, I could handle the cooking as well. Even as the words left my mouth, guilt had pricked at me. I had used Aurora, indirectly, to convince him. The thought lingered like a bad taste I couldn’t wash away.As I prepared the ingredients, washing vegetables, lining up spices, my attention kept drifting back to them, to Taylor and Dante in the living room. My hands worked, but my mind didn’t stay in the kitchen. Taylor looked visibly concerned, his shoulders tense, his jaw tight, as if he were carrying a weigh

Dante,Taylor stared at me as if I had grown a horn on my head. His eyebrows twitched upward, then slowly pulled together. He opened his mouth, closed it, his jaw tightening as though the words physically refused to come out. His throat bobbed when he swallowed, eyes scanning my face for any hint that this was a joke.After a long, deliberate pause, he dragged both hands down his face, fingers pressing hard into his skin as if trying to wake himself up. When he looked at me again, his eyes were sharp, almost wild. “Dude, are you kidding me right now? Aurora isn’t Veronica’s child? Is this some kind of joke?” He almost lunged toward me, his shoulders jerking forward, but he stopped himself mid-motion. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles paling as he forced himself to stay calm.I took a slow breath, though it scraped my lungs on the way in. My fingers felt cold as I grabbed my phone. The screen blurred for a second before I unlocked it. I placed the phone between us and opened th