My Three Step-Uncles Want Me (The Alcatraz Brothers) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

ROXY I couldn’t let go of the fluttering in my stomach. It was ridiculous how warm I felt. I kept replaying what happened earlier in my head, and every time the memory came back, my cheeks heated up all over again.I pressed my hand to it as I pushed the food tray closer. I hadn’t even touched my meal. I was still floating somewhere above the clouds when Draven’s voice cut through my thoughts.“Roxanne,” he said, slightly amused. “Eat before it gets cold.”I blinked and looked up at him. He sat across from me with his food halfway done. How can he still eat so well? “Right,” I muttered and picked up my spoon. “Okay. Eating.”He chuckled at the way I shoved the first bite into my mouth. He didn’t say anything else, his smile already said too much.But I had a question and thought it was perfect timing. I put the spoon down. “Draven?”“Yes?”I swallowed, feeling my face warm. “Earlier… when you said you’ve waited for that moment… what did you mean?”His expression shifted. The sof

DRAVEN I held Roxy upright until she steadied herself. Her legs were shaking, so I didn’t let go immediately. I kept one hand on her arm, making sure she wouldn’t fall again. When she finally found her balance, I turned to Silas.He was still sitting at the table, a stupid satisfied smile plastered on his face.That was the last thing I saw before my fist connected with his jaw.The punch sent him sideways. He hit the floor with a groan, but he still laughed as he touched his bleeding lip.“What do you hope to gain from this?” I snapped, stepping forward.Silas looked up at me with that same twisted grin. “Gain? Seeing you happy pisses me off. Isn’t that enough reason?”I clenched my fist again. I raised my hand to hit him again, but Roxy grabbed my arm from behind.“Draven… stop,” she whispered.Her voice was soft and shaky. I turned around. Her eyes were swollen, red, and filled with tears. My anger softened for a moment.She swallowed hard. “How… how did you know I was here?”I

SILAS I lay on the cold floor for a moment after Roxy rushed out. My whole body throbbed. My face felt swollen, and every breath dragged pain through my ribs. I let out a long sigh and closed my eyes.“Damn it,” I muttered.I wasn’t sure if the pain in my body or the pain in my chest was worse. Maybe both were what I deserved.I heard Draven’s slow footsteps walking back toward me. Even without looking, I could feel that coldness he always carried. He crouched beside me and pulled my phone from my weak grip. I didn’t fight him.I heard him scroll through it, then the soft click of a file being deleted.“Don’t ever speak ill of our mother again,” he said. His voice was low, steady, but full of something sharp enough to cut skin. “Don’t ever mention Lyra’s name with your filthy mouth. And if you get close to Roxy again, even by mistake, you start preparing your coffin.” He stood and turned to walk away.Something inside me twisted. It shocked me when tears rolled down my face. Real

ROXY I was just coming back from my usual evening strolls, camera bag slung over my shoulder, my fingers still itching from editing a few wildlife shots on my phone. The sky was turning a deep orange, the kind of evening that made everything feel alive and calm, and for once, I had felt a little at peace.But that peace evaporated the moment I reached the entrance of the house. Standing there, like some dark reminder from the past I didn’t want to face, was Raquel. My stomach twisted, and I froze. I didn’t want to hear anything from her. My hand went instinctively to the doorknob, ready to retreat inside.“Roxy, please… just listen,” she pleaded, her voice soft, almost desperate.I shook my head and tried to ignore her. My heart was racing, and my patience was thin. But something in her tone, the way she sounded genuinely… shaken, made me pause.She stepped closer, lowering her gaze. “I… I’m sorry, Roxy. I know I betrayed your trust.”I stopped dead in my tracks, my pulse speeding

ROXY A year had passed, and everything had changed in ways I never thought possible. The house was alive with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the soft babbling of my two baby boys. They were asleep in my arms and Draven's as we entered the dining hall, but even in their quiet slumber, they radiated peace and joy.I held one of the twins close, feeling his tiny hearts beat against my chest. Draven walked beside me, his hand firmly holding mine and his other hand holding our other baby. There was a calmness about him now, a warmth that had grown over the past year. I couldn’t help but smile as he squeezed my hand gently, his eyes flicking to our sons, pride written all over his face.The table was set beautifully, candles flickering, and the aroma of home-cooked meals filled the room. Silas was there, his usual smugness replaced by shame, I realized. He kept glancing down, avoiding my eyes and Draven’s.“Roxy,” he began, his voice hesitant. “I… I want to apologize. For ever