The Don's Property のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

NERO POV“I don’t think your whore really likes me,” Giulia says, her voice slicing through my concentration and dragging my attention back to the dining table.My eyes have been fixated on the archway, waiting for Elara to appear, even though I know it’s a pipe dream. She can’t stand me anymore just like I tell myself I can’t stand her. It shouldn’t bother me. I swore to hate Carlo Graco and everyone carrying his blood. But every time I look at her, I don't see the monster who destroyed my family. I just see Elara. And the fact that she’s his daughter feels like a cosmic joke designed solely to punish me.That’s why she’s my karma, and I’ll have to pay for the rest of my life.Giulia’s words register a second later, and anger blisters beneath my skin, hot and sudden.“Is that what you call her?” I sneer, my voice dropping a dangerous octave. “To her face?”Giulia blinks, taken aback by the shift in my tone. “No… no,” she stammers. “I would never do that. I can be cordial, though I do

ELARA POVNero, being very efficient, I don’t have to tell him twice before he starts right at the corner of my lips, tracing heavy, wet kisses along my jawline until he reaches the column of my throat. I don’t have to guide him before he finds the sensitive spot on my neck and sucks hard, sending a feverish shiver rattling down my spine.Everything about this feels wrong. Forbidden. For Christ’s sake, he has a fiancée. But I’m far too gone, and I need to feel something. Anything. Even if it’s temporary. Even if I’ll end up regretting that I ever let him touch me again.He grabs my waist, his large hands sliding upward and bunching my sleepwear as he goes. The friction of the fabric against my skin clears the cloud of pleasure for a moment so when he tries to pull the flimsy material over my head, I bat his hands away.“Not taking it off,” I say, my voice hoarse.He doesn’t like it and a frown forms on his face as his hands pause on my hips. “I want to see you.”“No.” I cross my arms

ELARA POVMy mouth drops ajar, unable to believe what my eyes are seeing. The garden has been leveled into a graveyard of snapped stems and crushed petals. Months of hard work and putting efforts into growing this garden gone. This is the one thing that keeps me alive, it makes living here bearable until I can finally escape. I can actually breathe when I work on the garden, and my chest feels light.Now it’s gone. The crushed buds smear into a blur of color as my vision swims. A drowning sensation overwhelms me, but it is quickly incinerated by a white-hot flash of rage. My hands curl into fists so tight my nails bite into my palms. I know exactly whose handiwork this is.I don’t ask Kane for anything as I spin around, storming past Nero’s men in their Hawaiian shirts and barrel into the main house. I take the stairs two at a time, heading straight for the balcony.I find Giulia exactly where I expected, lounging against the railing with a cigarette dangling loosely from her lips. Th

ELARA POVTwenty minutes later, Vivienne gets a pregnancy strip for me, and I take the test after a long moment of panic, and fear and terror.Pure horror washes over me as I stare at the double lines, blinking rapidly while praying they are a hallucination. But they don't disappear.“Oh god, all this while I have been carrying Nero’s baby.” My voice cracks.“You should tell him. Nero.”My eyes fly up to meet hers in panic, my head shaking vigorously. “I can’t tell him, Vi. I can’t. He can’t know. He hates me. He can barely stand me. This baby. I don’t want this baby to be between me and Nero.”“Then what will you do?” she says, her tone sharp. “You can’t hide the baby forever.”I sigh, my chest squeezing painfully at the rash decision I’ve arrived at. “I should take it out.”“What?” Vivienne’s voice rings higher. “No. I’m not in support of that. You shouldn’t remove the baby.”“What do I do then?” My voice snaps. “I can’t let Nero know about this. I can’t let him have yet another thin

NERO POVIn the span of eight hours, I have gone through two families who played silly games by hitting my warehouses in retaliation for not handing over Elara. The clamor of violence and destruction pounds in my head because Elara is still missing, and none of them have confessed to having anything to do with her kidnapping.Now, I am working my way through the third family. I didn’t find their threats important enough to hunt them down before. But now? They have taken Elara from me. My uccellina. And until I have her back, everyone is a suspect, and everyone is guilty.“It would be wise of you to start talking, Luigi,” I say calmly as I cross the room toward the steel table lined with instruments, the fluorescent light glinting off the steel.The air smells of iron and fear and it only thrills me further to run my hand over the cold metal before picking up a pair of rusted pliers.Paolo Luciano is bound to the heavy wooden chair, stripped to his undershirt while his father, Luigi—the