Forbidden Love... Or Maybe Not? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Darren remained hidden all these years because that was the only way to restrain his immorality and prevent his wickedness from growing uncontrollably. His birthright was Hector’s pure evil, a bloodline designed to sow chaos and destruction. From the moment he took form in the womb, his destiny was pre-written by Hector’s machinations. But Darren was not ordinary; he had witnessed the power of goodness, selflessness, and unity through Rafael, Logan, Alvin, Jasper, and Damon. And though he was born to be a vessel of darkness, he had chosen to contain it, to suppress it until he could control it fully.Those years of seclusion were a trial. Every day, Darren battled the rising tide of the darkness inside him. The wickedness he carried was patient, waiting for the slightest lapse, a moment of weakness, a crack in his will to exploit. He had been forced to remain hidden, to observe silently, never revealing himself, never allowing his

“You…,” Saraya tried to speak, but her voice cracked, and no words came out. Her throat felt tight, her chest heavy, as if the air around her had thickened into something suffocating. She had always despised Thomas—the man she had known for years—but now, knowing he was Hector, the God of the Demon World, a new level of horror struck through her. The fear was icy, relentless, crawling into every nerve, yet it mingled with an even sharper edge: betrayal.She didn’t want to think about the past—the years she had spent near him, the faint sense of familiarity that had once lulled her into complacency. That version of Thomas had seemed cruel, yes, but nothing had prepared her for the reality of Hector’s pure, unadulterated evil. The savage cruelty she had endured was now dwarfed by the magnitude of his darkness. Every memory, every past discomfort, every small intimidation now seemed tame in compari

Peter stepped back, leaving Saraya slumped against the bedpost, semi-conscious, her body trembling, blood staining her arms, neck, and collarbone. He eyed her weakened state with a predatory smirk, clearly taking satisfaction in the helplessness she radiated. “It’s good that you are not in a condition to retaliate,” he said mockingly. His dark eyes glimmered with cruelty, and he bent forward, lips approaching her bruised and bloodied cheek.Saraya flinched, weakly trying to shrink away, but her chains dug painfully into her wrists and arms, holding her in place. Her body ached from every direction—knife cuts along her forearms, the black-magic burn searing over her mark, and the residual pain from Peter’s bite on her neck. Her breathing was jagged, shallow, each inhale a laborious effort, each exhale a trembling whimper. Her thoughts tumbled chaotically: Rafael… why is

“Da-do,” Raf heard a small, broken voice call out.Rafael had been sitting beside the bed, his eyes fixed on his Honey Bee’s sleeping figure as if looking away for even a second might steal her from him again. Her breathing was steady now—soft, fragile—but every rise and fall of her chest still felt like a blessing he hadn’t fully accepted yet.He turned at the sound of the voice and saw Zehaan standing hesitantly at the doorway of the hospital room.Miah was holding one of Zee’s tiny hands, while with the other, the child rubbed his eyes repeatedly, trying—and failing—to wipe away the traces of tears. His lashes were clumped together, his nose pink, his cheeks blotchy from crying.“He woke up and didn’t find any of you,” Miah whispered softly, careful not

“Honey Bee,” Raf called her softly, but Saraya, who was already horrified, jumped from Raf’s lap and stumbled back as if the floor itself had betrayed her. Her breath came out in short, panicked gasps, her heart hammering so loudly she was sure he could hear it.“No, Rafael, don’t come near me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, brittle and terrified. “They turned me into a vampire. That means I’ll be an evil one, just like them.” Her hands trembled at her sides as she shook her head vigorously, as though denial alone could undo what she felt coursing through her veins.Raf rose slowly, deliberately, afraid that one wrong move would shatter her completely. “Saraya—”He tried to reach for her hand, but the moment his fingers brushed her skin, she slapped his hand away with a sharp crack.