The Devil You Know のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

ANDRADE I stopped outside Elijah's door and just stood there for a moment, staring at the wood like it had the answers I didn’t. It had been a week — seven long, suffocating days — since the incident with the servant. A week since Elijah had shut himself inside this room, locking out the rest of the world and losing himself in whatever hell his mind kept replaying. I’d been watching him from my laptop every single day. Like I've always had, since the moment he stepped his foot in this house. His state didn’t improve. If anything, he was getting worse, slipping deeper. He barely slept, barely ate, barely moved. He looked like he was rotting from the inside, weighed down by guilt he didn’t deserve… at least, not this guilt. I had only just gotten my strength back after my little incidence . I should’ve been focused on my recovery, but the only thing in my head was him. Elijah. So I came here the moment I left the hospital. The food cart in front of me stared right ba

ELIJAH I was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in my hand, mind blank, and completely exhausted. Days had passed since I’d last seen Andrade. Where the fuck is he? Is he mad at me? For what I said? Hell I was angry! When has he ever taken anything to heart? He definitely wasn't avoiding me, right? Cristian hadn’t been around either. I noticed. The house felt empty. Silent. Without Andrade. Renata… I still hadn’t faced her. She probably hates me for leaving. I needed to apologize, to explain, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. But if what Andrade said was true, then I owe her no explanation. She's a fucking snake. And Sebastián. That was worse. His messages hadn’t stopped for days. Each notification made my chest tighten. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t call. I couldn’t face him. But I opened the messages anyway. I needed to know what he was saying. ~ I miss you, please call me. ~ Eli, pick up. I need to see you. Please. ~ Do I have to die of horniness? Don’t do thi

ELIJAH I was chasing Sebastián with my car. The realization hit me fully only after I had already slammed my foot down on the accelerator, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles hurt. His taillights cut through the night ahead of me, red and distant and infuriatingly fast, like he was trying to outrun more than just me. Like he was trying to outrun everything that had exploded behind us. Andrade. The image of him collapsing replayed in my head over and over again, relentless. His body hitting the floor. His face draining of color. The weight of him in my arms. The sound of my own voice screaming his name like it could drag him back from wherever he’d gone. I swallowed hard, my throat burning. I hadn’t meant to do this. God, I really hadn’t. I hadn’t meant to hurt either of them. Not Andrade. Not Sebastián. I hadn’t woken up one day and decided I wanted to destroy a father and his son in one brutal blow. But intention didn’t matter now. What mattered

ELIJAH I stood before the elevator longer than I meant to. My hand hovered over the button, my chest tight, my head full of things I didn’t know how to say. I kept replaying the moment he collapsed, the sound of his body hitting the floor, the look on his face right before everything went wrong. I didn’t know what version of Andrade I was about to walk into. He could hate me. He probably did. And if he threw me out—if he told me to get lost, told me he never wanted to see me again—I deserve it. I swallowed hard and forced myself to push the button which scanned my fingerprint at the same time. This was Renata’s fault. The thought came sharp and bitter. I would never have touched Sebastián if I had known. Never. Not once. Renata had lied like she always did, twisted things until they looked harmless, until they felt justified. And I had fallen for it. I had let myself be used, over and over again. But I can't blame her completely. I shouldn't have been so stupid. I should

ELIJAH I walked into Renata’s mansion like I was walking into hell. The place hadn’t changed. Same marble floors, same suffocating quiet, same smell of expensive perfume and power. But this time, it felt different. This time, it felt like a trap I had willingly crawled into and stayed in for far too long. Every step echoed, loud in my head, like the house itself was reminding me of every lie I had swallowed here. I clenched my fists as I moved forward. “Renata!” I shouted, my voice bouncing off the walls. “Renata!” My chest was tight. My heart was racing. Camila's face wouldn’t leave my mind— the way she had looked at me when I brought her here, trusting me. God, what have I done? I had told her she’d be safe. I had sworn to her that Renata would help. I didn't keep that promise. And now, she has teamed up with the enemy. What was I thinking!? The elevator dinged softly behind me. I turned just as the doors slid open, and Renata stepped out like she was walking onto a