The Heirmaker's Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Damian tilted his head slightly, watching the boy’s expression with quiet amusement.But then something shifted.Because Nikolai’s confusion was genuine.And for reasons Damian himself did not fully unpack, that suddenly mattered.He cleared his throat lightly.“Well…”Nikolai waited.Everyone waited.Damian shrugged faintly.“…I apologize if you don’t like it.”The room stilled.That sentence alone felt catastrophic.Nikolai blinked.“…What?”Damian gestured lazily toward the box.“If this is underwhelming, I’ll get you something else.”The silence that followed was deafening.Adrik’s head snapped up.Sera’s eyes widened slightly.Mrs. Volkov blinked.Because Damian Blackwell apologizing preemptively was not normal behavior.Nikolai stared at him like he’d just spoken Martian.“I’m not upset.”“You look upset.”“I look confused.”“That’s worse.”“Why would I not like it?”Damian exhaled faintly.Then said it like he was discussing weather.“It’s an island.”Dead silence.No one breat

Damian did not speak as his men wheeled him through the long corridors of the Volkov estate.Not a word.Not a glance back.The noise of the party faded behind him, swallowed by distance and thick, suffocating silence.But inside his head…It was deafening.Still unable to walk.The words replayed mercilessly.Again.And again.Each repetition cutting deeper, sharper, crueler than the last.Damian’s jaw tightened.His hands curled slowly against the armrests of the wheelchair.Disabled.She hadn’t used the word lightly.But he heard it anyway.Felt it anyway.Because meaning did not require vocabulary.Because humiliation rarely needed translation.His chest burned.A slow, vicious ache spreading behind his ribs.He was Damian Blackwell.Head of an empire.A man whose name alone bent men into obedience.A man feared, respected, whispered about like a living weapon.And yet—A single sentence from Sera Voss had reduced him to something he despised being reminded of.Still unable to wal

Anton did not waste time.“Sir… we completed the examination.”Damian leaned back slightly, eyes sharp, voice cold.“Speak.”A brief pause crackled through the line. Then.. “The remains recovered from Mrs. Blackwell’s grave…”Anton’s tone carried something Damian instantly recognized.Not caution.Not uncertainty.But controlled disbelief.“…were not human.”Silence.Damian’s fingers tightened faintly around the phone.“…Explain.”“There was no biological structure consistent with human decomposition.”Damian’s gaze darkened.Anton continued.“No bone integrity.”“No organic tissue.”“No viable DNA.”Only static hissed between them.Then the words landed like a detonation.“The body was synthetic.”Damian’s breath stopped.“…Synthetic?”“Yes, sir.”A longer pause. Then, bluntly.. “Plastic.”The world inside Damian’s office tilted violently.For a split second, his mind refused the meaning entirely.Plastic.Plastic?His throat tightened.Because instantly..Violently..Memory surged f

Sera straightened in her chair.“If we proceed, it will be strictly medical.”“Of course.”“No media.”“Obviously.”“No interference from your people.”“They won’t breathe unless I allow it.”Her eyes narrowed.“No emotional manipulation.”A small pause.“I don’t manipulate.”She gave him a look.He lifted a hand slightly. “In medical settings.”She didn’t smile. But something almost softened for a second.Good, he thought.Stay here. Stay professional.Inside, his thoughts were far from steady.You ran from me.You built a new name.You buried yourself.And I buried you.He kept his face composed.“I’ll need to return to Italy first,” he said calmly. “There are matters I need to settle before committing to a long term trial.”She nodded once. “That’s fine.”“My estate. Security arrangements. Business obligations.”“Of course.”She was relaxed.She didn’t suspect anything.That alone confirmed how careful he needed to be.You don’t know I’ve dug up your grave.You don’t know I’ve conf

Damian’s voice did not change.“Collective correction.”Romano studied him for a long moment.“This is not revenge.”“No.”“This is not weakness.”“No.”Aleksandr leaned forward slightly. “Then what is it?”Damian held his gaze.“It is evolution.”The room went quiet.Because this wasn’t the Damian they knew.Not the grief driven predator.Not the man who burned cities in retaliation.This was calculated. Controlled. And far more dangerous in a different way.Javier finally spoke. “Why now?”Damian didn’t hesitate.“Because the current model collapses under generational pressure.”Romano’s eyes sharpened.“You’re thinking long term.”“Yes.”Aleksandr studied him carefully.“You’ve changed.”Damian’s expression didn’t shift.“No. I’ve learned.”Silence stretched.The three men who had once signed off on his assassination were no longer bracing for execution.They were recalculating.Romano nodded slowly.“We will need terms drafted.”“You’ll have them by tomorrow.”Aleksandr asked, “An