Betrayed by Ex, Married to Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

“Get down!” Leonard’s voice cut through the night like a blade. Aruna barely had time to react before his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her sharply backward. The glass window beside them exploded with a deafening crash, shards raining down where she had been standing seconds earlier. “Leonard—!” Aruna gasped, her heart slamming violently against her ribs. “Stay low,” he ordered, already pushing her behind the marble pillar in the hotel corridor. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the far end of the floor. Somewhere below, a car engine roared to life, tires screeching against wet asphalt. Security alarms wailed. Aruna’s hands trembled as she clutched Leonard’s sleeve. “That wasn’t an accident,” she said, her voice tight but controlled. Leonard’s jaw clenched. “No. It wasn’t.” He scanned the corridor with sharp, calculating eyes before tapping the communicator on his wrist. “Lock the east wing. Seal the elevators. I want every exit monitored.” “Yes, sir,” came

“Stay close.” Leonard’s voice was low, urgent, as he guided Aruna through the underground parking lot. His hand hovered just behind her back—not touching, but ready, alert. “I’m not fragile,” Aruna said, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete floor. Leonard didn’t slow. “I didn’t say you were.” A black car door opened. The driver bowed quickly. “Sir, the route has been secured.” Leonard nodded once. “Leave no blind spots.” “Yes, sir.” Aruna slid into the car, watching Leonard take the seat beside her. The door shut, sealing them inside a quiet, armored cocoon. The car moved. Only then did Leonard finally exhale. “You’ve been tense all night,” Aruna said softly, breaking the silence. Leonard glanced at her. “So have you.” She looked out the window. “It’s hard not to be, knowing someone wants to hurt us.” Leonard’s jaw tightened. “They won’t touch you.” “You always say that,” Aruna replied. “But tonight… you sounded different.” He didn’t answer immediately. The

“Aruna.” Leonard’s voice cut through the low hum of the office, sharp and controlled. She looked up from the documents in her hands, her fingers pausing mid-page. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him reflected the city lights, turning his silhouette into something almost unreal—powerful, distant, untouchable. “Yes?” she replied calmly. Leonard walked toward her desk, placing a thin folder down with deliberate precision. “This deal with the South Harbor Consortium,” he said. “Why did you reroute the logistics chain without informing me first?” Aruna straightened in her chair. “Because if I had, they would’ve blocked it.” Leonard’s eyes narrowed. “You took a risk.” “I calculated it,” she corrected. “And it worked.” Silence stretched between them. Leonard exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You’re starting to sound like me.” Aruna’s lips curved faintly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Leonard studied her—really studied her—for a long moment. Not as a partner

“Who was that?” Leonard’s voice was calm—too calm—as he closed the car door behind them. Aruna paused mid-step. The parking lot lights cast long shadows across the marble driveway. She turned slowly, one hand still on her clutch. “Who?” she asked. Leonard adjusted his cufflinks, eyes fixed forward. “The man who walked you to the car.” Aruna blinked once, then smiled faintly. “Oh. Director Hale. He wanted to discuss the sustainability figures from the East Harbor project.” Leonard nodded. “He seemed… attentive.” Aruna tilted her head. “That’s called being professional.” Silence stretched between them. The night air felt heavier than usual. Leonard opened the car door for her. “Get in. It’s late.” She studied his face as she slid into the seat. His expression was controlled, unreadable—but she’d learned to notice the subtleties. The slight tightening of his jaw. The stiffness in his shoulders. “You’re irritated,” Aruna said quietly. Leonard shut the door and walked around th

“Don’t move.” Leonard’s voice was low, sharp with restraint. Aruna froze in the doorway, rainwater dripping from the hem of her coat onto the marble floor. The storm outside raged like an echo of something unsettled inside the room. “I wasn’t planning to,” she replied softly, though her pulse betrayed her calm. Leonard stepped closer, his footsteps measured. He reached out, fingers brushing her wrist. “You’re soaked,” he said. “So are you,” Aruna answered, her gaze lifting to meet his. His hair was damp, a few strands falling out of place—careless, human, unlike the composed man she knew. The silence between them stretched. Leonard took her coat, slowly, deliberately. His knuckles grazed her shoulder as he slid the fabric free. Aruna inhaled sharply. “Leonard…” she murmured. He paused. “Say it if you want me to stop.” She didn’t answer. Instead, she lifted her hand, almost unconsciously, and smoothed the crease in his shirt. Her fingers lingered too long. Leonard’s breath