Ashes Between Us! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Author's POV"What did you do to me?"Emerald growled at him. "You are fucking with my mind, you haunt me in nightmares. You saw I am struggling.""Emerald, calm down!"Egon tried to hold her hand but she stepped away. "I saw you keeping me in the basement, was it true?"She asked in disbelief. "Emerald, listen to me... That's not the whole truth."He rubbed his face frustrated. "Did you?"She screamed. "Yes!"He sighed in defeat. Her face turned horrified. "It means you also forced me to kill the girl who was my sister."He nodded and received a harsh slap from her. "You bastard, you lied. You said we have never met before... Why did you do all that to me? What other nasty things have you done to me?... Why? Why did you do that? What did I do to you?""You will remember why I did that!"He looked guilty. She gritted. "Are you fucking trying to justify the inhumane things you did to me? I don't think I would do anything to deserve this?""Right, you didn't deserve it, but yo

Author's POV Emerald brushed her hair, still lost in deep thought. She was trying to decide which place to visit first. From the pictures, she had identified a few locations she was both curious and nervous to face. In her mind, she kept searching for reasons to avoid them. The trauma of nightmares and flashbacks was still fresh. She was terrified that new memories might surface—stronger ones this time—and no one would be there to handle her if she broke.But she had to start somewhere.She finally put the brush down and grabbed her purse. Ruby had already left for work, and her mother was busy reading a fashion magazine, so Emerald slipped out without inviting questions. She was unlocking her car when she felt a familiar presence behind her. The moment she recognized the scent, she spun around sharply. There he was, in blood and flesh.He closed the distance between them like a silent storm, and she froze as he pinned her gently but firmly against the car. His face was agonizing, ca

Egon's POVRage burned through my blood like poison, spreading fast and violent. One fucking day. I let my guard down for one fucking day—decided not to keep constant eyes on my queen—and she landed in the wrong hands. The universe has always had a personal vendetta with me; it never misses a chance to fuck up everything I love.Rafael, fucking bastard!He’s not my enemy, but he sure as hell isn’t my friend. We’ve shared meetings, lunches, and a few forced conversations over the years. But beneath that polished exterior, he’s a devil wearing an expensive suit. A man who smiles while calculating the fastest way to stab you in the spine.For him, everything is just business. No loyalty. No emotions. No lines he won’t cross.And that’s the real problem.He has done more deals with Emerald than with me. He respects her mind, her ruthlessness… but that doesn’t guarantee her safety. Rafael won’t physically harm her—he’s too smart to provoke a war he can’t win. But what’s keeping me awake is

Author's POV The ocean was about to witness their reunion again.Egon’s lips crashed onto hers with a hunger that had been rotting in his chest for far too long. It wasn’t a kiss — it was a claim, a scream, a desperate pull of two halves that had been cut apart and finally slammed back together. Emerald clutched his shirt with trembling fingers, dragging him impossibly closer, like she wanted to pull him under her skin.He groaned into her mouth, a raw, broken sound that betrayed every night he spent missing her. His body pressed into hers as the waves curled around them, cool on their skin, nothing compared to the heat rising between them.Her hands cupped his jaw, fingers shaking as they memorised him again — the stubble, the sharp lines, the warmth that had once been her home.“Egon…” she whispered against his lips, breath trembling.He closed his eyes like her voice hurt him. “Say it again,” he murmured, forehead resting on hers. “I’ve forgotten how to breathe without it.”She di

Author's POV Egon held her like a man who had been starving for years and finally had something warm in his arms again. His arms tightened around her lazy morning frame, almost too tightly, as if she might dissolve into thin air the second he loosened his grip.“To be honest,” his voice came out low, a confession dragged straight from the center of his chest, “I thought you would never accept me again.”His thumb brushed her waist in slow circles — a habit he developed long before, one that never truly died.“I still don’t feel deserving of you,” he admitted, the words cracking slightly, “even though I’m selfish enough to not let you go.”Emerald’s answer came not through words at first, but through the way she burrowed even closer, nuzzling into the warmth of him like she was trying to sink into his bones. There was no fear, no hesitation — just a quiet, hungry comfort she had missed far more than she had expected.“I was in the same dilemma,” she murmured.She tilted her head to me