Into His Mistress's Body: Billionaire's Heartless Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Taylor, "I gotta go. It seems like Caesar is home. The weird coincidence. Daniel is home too!" Dante followed me outside, his footsteps heavy against the concrete as the cold evening breeze hit my face. It felt alien, foreign, something I couldn’t quite place. It cut through my jacket and skin, leaving me tense, as if the chill mirrored the chaos spinning in my head. I exhaled sharply, letting a cloud of frosty air escape my lungs, my fingers curling tightly around the edges of my coat. I couldn’t predict anything about Veronica anymore. The revelation, the low blow, kept replaying in my mind. Aurora wasn’t related to us. None of it. The niece I loved wasn't biologically mine. My stomach twisted, a bitter knot of disbelief and frustration forming. I wanted to scream, to shake some sense into the world, but all I could do was stand there, frozen by the weight of it. "Do you need me to drive you home?" Dante asked, his voice tight, the hint of a scoff barely hiding his dis

Yvonne, Thankfully, Dante didn't mind me staying in Aurora's room whenever I needed to be close to her. Aurora, who had been withdrawn and kept calling for her Mommy, had gradually started accepting the fact that her mom would take time to return. Every time she cried, I felt a sharp ache in my chest, wanting to tear Veronica apart and return to her body. But I knew that right now, going back meant I wouldn’t be able to stay near Aurora, so I clenched my fists and held back the urge to investigate the manipulator who had helped Veronica swap. With a sharp breath, I watched the sunlight spill into Aurora's room. Living in this luxurious apartment, where the world felt so different, I still couldn't shake the odd feeling that I had once belonged to Veronica’s body. It felt unreal. Almost like a strange, half-remembered dream. "Miss Juanita!" Dante’s voice came from outside, crisp and alert. I flinched slightly, snapping upright on the edge of the bed. "Yes?" I said, hurriedly grabb

Yvonne,I couldn’t even finish cooking when my phone started buzzing continuously. Messages, emails, missed calls... Liam didn’t stop bombarding me. The sharp vibration against the marble counter grated on my nerves, making the spoon in my hand clatter lightly against the pan. My shoulders stiffened with every notification. The fact that he had tried to throw me under the bus still made me wonder how I had ended up loving this person with all my heart. My lips pressed into a thin line, and a faint crease formed between my brows as the thought settled heavily in my chest.If Veronica hadn’t swapped our souls and if I hadn’t met Aurora, I would have lost my mind right now. The mere idea made my stomach twist. I let out a slow breath through my nose, steadying myself against the kitchen counter.But now the only thing I wanted to prioritize was them. Yes, Dante and I had nothing between us. He would never love me, and I wouldn’t fall in love with him either. But being Veronica for a mon

Dante,“Boss!” my assistant secretary knocked on the door before walking into my study room.“Come inside,” I said, placing the documents aside.He closed the door behind him and walked toward my desk. “The investigation is done, Boss.” He placed the document on the table. A physical piece of evidence that would either ruin my relationship with my family or leave it intact.“Thank you. Please, take a seat.”I opened the file with deliberate care, my fingers slower than usual, as if the extra seconds might soften whatever waited inside. The paper felt unusually cold against my fingertips, as though it had been stored in ice instead of a cabinet. The faint scent of ink and fresh print rose the moment I lifted the first page.However, the moment my eyes scanned the document, I froze.The words did not blur, yet they refused to settle into meaning at first. My jaw tightened until a dull ache formed near my ears. A faint pulse began to beat at my temple, steady and heavy. The silence in th

Yvonne,What the hell did I just do?Staring at the phone that had gone silent after I hung up, my fingers still hovering over the screen, I couldn’t stop replaying the conversation in my head. My throat felt dry. I miscalculated. I thought since he was drunk and rambling, he wouldn’t be sober enough to understand my words. But now… did he just ask to confirm?My stomach tightened.I swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet room, trying to figure out what I should do. God! If only I could turn back time to that phone call. Tomorrow I was supposed to meet him. What would happen now?The fact that I couldn’t stop my heart from racing wildly when I heard his voice, the way it cracked slightly, the way he sounded broken, made my fingers tremble. My chest still felt tight from it.I thought I didn’t feel anything about him. I convinced myself I didn’t.But when he called my name… when he told me how he was feeling… my heart skipped so violently that I had to sit down.Unable to sit stil