The King's Forbidden Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Month slipped by, each day heavy with the same rhythm, rules to follow, orders to obey. I complied because there was no other choice. I had frozen my semester in school; those days had been the hardest of my life, and I hadn’t been able to manage everything. I had even left my job, whether I had been doing it online or not. All the commands and expectations had completely drained me. Being soon to be Evan’s bride had meant preparing with his family. My mom had tried to help, sharing what she knew from friends and from the series she had watched. She had guided me patiently, showing me the unspoken rules, the way Evan’s family might expect me to behave and how they noticed even the smallest gestures. I had memorized the way his mother smoothed her sleeve before speaking, the careful tilt of his father’s head while assessing choices. Every nuance seemed important, and I had forced myself to absorb it all. His guard had picked me up from home, and when we had arrived at the mall, Evan

Evan’s POV It was close to two when I pushed the door open with a cigarette balanced between my fingers, its ember glowing faintly in the dim light. A familiar cloud of smoke followed me into the room as I stepped inside. My attention immediately settled on the figure resting on the bed. She had fallen asleep after removing her jewelry and changing her clothes. Even in silence, the exhaustion softened her expression. Something about her presence shifted the atmosphere, making the room feel less empty without her having to speak or move. I closed the door quietly and took my place on the bed beside her. I chose the left side while she rested on the right. The mattress dipped lightly beneath my weight, yet she continued sleeping without stirring. My gaze traveled over her face with deliberate focus. The faint lift of her shoulder. The stray strand of hair across her cheek. The calm shape of her lips. The dim lamp beside the bed cast a soft glow over her features, giving her an un

The chilly morning wind brushed against my skin as I stood in the middle of a garden blooming with flowers and trees.Dew clung to the grass, sparkling under the early light, while a stone path cut cleanly through the field like a line no one dared cross.To my left, my family stood in silence. To my right, Evan’s family waited.My fingers fidgeted slightly with the edge of my dress, and I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.The place felt prepared for something, some gathering or event I could not name.Everyone’s faces carried the same weight: anger, disbelief, shock, questions. My eyes stung as I fought to keep my emotions contained.I jolted awake, heart hammering, limbs heavy as if gravity had doubled. A trembling sigh escaped me as the blanket slipped from my shoulders.I rubbed my eyes, blinking rapidly, and tugged the blanket closer around me.“I’ve scheduled the meeting for the day after. Make sure everyone’s informed, and nothing is left unfinished,” his voice came

She let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh as I came into view. I paused, noticing she was now fully awake. She turned her face toward the wall, rolling her eyes at me. I did not comment. Instead, I moved with quiet precision and sat beside her, letting my hand brush over hers. She cast me a bored look but did not pull away, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek.“What happened back there?” I asked, voice calm, measured, eyes searching hers as if reading more than words.“Nothing,” she murmured, shifting slightly. “Just your voice wrecking my calm, like usual.” Her tone was teasing, yet the slight stiffening of her posture caught my attention.“Is that so?” I smirked. “Then rest. My meeting is done, you can sleep now.”Before she could react, I drew her gently into my side, my arms wrapping around her in a firm, grounding embrace. Her body stiffened slightly at first, then slowly relaxed. Her fingers lingered on my sleeve for a heartbeat longer than usual, and the wa

He sat slouched on the couch, loosening his collar and rolling up his sleeves, head tipped back as though the day weighed solely on him. His legs stretched out, boots resting on the stool. The air held faint traces of smoke and whiskey.“I didn’t call you to sit here silently,” he said the moment he sensed her beside him, voice sharp and controlled despite his closed eyes.The glass tilted in his hand, catching the dim glow. Smoke curled from the low-burning cigarette. His Adam’s apple lifted once in a quiet swallow before he muttered something under his breath, soft, blurred, yet still carrying authority.She angled her face away, breath trembling out. Her attempt to speak faltered before it emerged.Something shifted within him.His eyes snapped open. He pushed himself upright in one smooth motion, the slump vanishing as though it had never existed. His focus settled on her, intense and unwavering.“That’s not an answer,” he said, tone dropping into a cold register that filled the r