Into His Mistress's Body: Billionaire's Heartless Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Yvonne,My stomach dropped, my heart jumping violently the moment his eyes met mine. It felt as though something unseen snapped inside my chest. His voice didn’t crack, not even the slightest hesitation in his tone, as if he was seeing me as someone else entirely, someone unfamiliar. The night air suddenly felt heavier, pressing against my skin, crawling into my lungs until breathing felt unnatural.I couldn’t move or say anything. My body refused to respond. His eyes were so intimidating that I forgot to breathe, my chest tightening as seconds dragged by in silence. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, uneven and loud.“I… I don’t think it’s a joke, is it?” I muttered, my nails digging into the mattress. The rough fabric scraped against my skin, the faint sting grounding me just enough to keep myself from shaking.He didn’t look away. Not even for a second. His intense gaze anchored me in place, pinning me down, freezing me completely. “Do I look like it?”I exhaled sha

Taylor,The room felt heavier the moment the door closed behind us. The soft click of the latch sounded louder than it should have, sealing the space like a lid pressed onto something volatile.I sat across from my parents, the leather chair creaking softly as I leaned back. The sound echoed faintly, betraying the tension I tried to keep off my face. The study was immaculate as always, every surface polished, every object placed with intention. Even the air smelled controlled, faintly of old books and expensive polish. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, slicing the room into pale strips of light and shadow, but it did nothing to warm the air between us.My mother sat upright, her back straight, chin slightly lifted, hands folded neatly on her lap. Her posture alone carried authority. Her expression was calm, composed, but I knew that look too well. Disappointment lingered in her eyes, sharp and unmistakable, like a blade hidden behind silk. Not disappointment in Sabrina, ne

Yvonne,For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.The words hit me harder than I expected, sharp and sudden, dragging something old and buried straight to the surface. My mind went blank, my thoughts scattering as if someone had shaken them loose, leaving nothing solid to hold onto. The night air felt too thin, too cold.I blinked, my lashes fluttering uselessly as my chest grew heavy. He remembered my gibberish. Everything. Even the name. Gosh. What had I done? A faint chill crept up my spine, settling between my shoulders.I just stared at him, my chest rising and falling unevenly. I couldn’t pull myself together, as if in front of those intense, intimidating eyes, my soul refused to summon the usual fakeness I always hid behind. My lips parted slightly, then pressed together again, the words dying before they could form.Dante noticed it immediately.His eyes lingered on my face, sharp and observant, watching the way color drained from it, the way my shoulders stiffened almost imperce

Yvonne,I had just taken off my top to change when an odd, prickling awareness crawled up my spine.Something was wrong.I stared at the edge of the bed, my eyes narrowing, then widening. The undergarment I had carefully placed there earlier was gone.Not shifted. Not half-hidden.Just Gone within a blink. Aurora wasn't there, She was just packing her own toys.I froze mid-motion, breath catching awkwardly in my throat. My fingers tightened around the fabric of the top still clutched to my chest, knuckles whitening as if letting go would invite disaster. My gaze stayed locked on the bed, hopeful in the most irrational way, as though it might reappear if I stared hard enough.“What the hell?” I muttered, the words barely escaping, my lips barely moving.A nervous swallow followed. I bent forward and checked the bed properly this time, fingers lifting the blanket, then smoothing it back down. Nothing. I checked under the pillow, flipping it with a sharp, impatient motion. Still nothing.

Yvonne,After breakfast, the morning unfolded quickly, almost too quickly.The movers arrived one after another, their presence filling the expansive apartment with controlled noise.Boxes were carried in, luggage placed carefully near the walls, labels checked and rechecked. Dante supervised briefly, giving short instructions, his tone efficient and precise. His brow occasionally furrowed as he watched them handle expensive items, fingers tapping the edge of a box when he wasn’t giving orders. I hovered nearby, helping where I could, though most of it felt surreal, like I was watching someone else’s life being arranged around me. My hands fidgeted with the edge of a label, the noise of boxes shifting making my stomach twist nervously.Aurora sat on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs, happily munching on fruit while commenting on everything she saw. Every box was a “treasure,” every suitcase a “mystery.” Her small toes tapped on the counter, jiggling with excitement, and I found