Three Years With My Billionaire Husband의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

My throat closed so fast I almost choked on my own breath. The alley tilted under me. Cold light flickered on wet pavement. That voice. That face. That impossible presence standing just feet away with a gun aimed steady at the man who had dragged me through hell.“My father is dead,” I whispered, the words tumbling out like broken glass. “He died before I could ever know him. My mother told me. You died.”He stepped closer.And the closer he came the more the world bent, rewrote itself, shattered at the edges. His eyes. God. His eyes were mine. Not similar. Not close. Mine. The same shape. The same fire. The same storm.“Your mother lied,” he said, voice low enough to shake the space between us. “To save you.”The man in black seized me tighter, his fingers digging into my ribs. “Do not listen to him.”My vision pulsed. Pain spiked through my abdomen so sharply I folded forward with a cry. The man in black pulled me upright again like I was a ragdoll and his grip was the only thing ke

The gunshot ripped open the alley.I didn’t even hear the bullet.I felt it.A hot scream through the air.A pressure wave slamming into my skin.A shock tearing through the space between heartbeats.I braced for pain.For impact.For everything to end.But nothing hit me.Nothing.Instead there was a grunta stumblea body dropping to its knees right in front of me.My father.He had moved faster than thought.Faster than instinct.Faster than death.The bullet hit him instead.He collapsed forward, catching himself with one trembling hand against the pavement. Blood pooled under him in a slow widening circle. His breath hitched. His shoulders shook.“No,” I breathed. The word barely made it out. “No. No. No.”The man in black stared at him with something monstrous curdling behind his eyes. “Fool.”My father spat blood onto the concrete. He tried to lift the gun again but his hand shook violently. “She is not yours.”“She came from me,” the man in black whispered. “She goes with me.”

The first thing I felt was cold.Not the sharp kind. Not the kind that bites.This was heavy. Wet. Sinking into my bones like I was being pulled underwater without moving at all.Then sound bled in.Muffled voices.Rushed.Panicked.Too many at once.“She’s crashing.”“BP is dropping.”“Get another line in.”“Where’s the OB team.”My brain tried to latch onto the words and failed. They slipped away, melted, came back distorted. I couldn’t open my eyes. My lashes felt glued shut. My body wouldn’t answer when I told it to move.Adrian.The thought came out of nowhere and punched straight through the fog.Adrian.I tried to say his name. My throat burned. Nothing came out but a thin, broken sound that might have been breath or might have been fear.A hand squeezed mine.Warm.Familiar.Shaking.“I’m here,” someone said close to my ear. “I’m here. You’re not alone.”Not Adrian’s voice.Female. Steady. Strained.Seraphine.My chest tightened.“Do not let him take her,” I tried to say. I do

The nightmare didn’t wait for sleep.It slammed into me the moment my eyes opened.White ceiling. Beeping monitor. The sharp smell of antiseptic. My body heavy and aching like it had been dragged through something violent and barely stitched back together.I inhaled too fast and pain flared low in my abdomen. I hissed and forced myself to breathe slower. Count it. In. Out. Do not panic. Panic makes it worse.I turned my head.Adrian was still there.Seated beside the bed, head tipped forward, fingers loosely wrapped around mine like he was afraid if he let go I’d disappear. His other arm was in a sling. His face was pale, bruised, exhausted.Alive.The relief hit me fresh and sharp. Tears burned my eyes before I could stop them.“Hey,” I whispered.His head snapped up instantly. His eyes softened the moment they locked onto mine.“You’re awake,” he said, voice rough. “Thank God.”I squeezed his hand. Weak but real. “You stayed.”He gave a tired half smile. “Try getting rid of me.”I l

The lights didn’t just go out.They died.One second the room was soaked in red emergency glow, alarms screaming, machines panicking like living things. The next second everything went dark. Not dim. Not shadowed. Gone. Like the building itself had taken a breath and decided not to exhale again.Someone screamed down the hall.Not fear. Pain.Adrian’s body moved before thought. He was already in front of me, one arm raised instinctively like it could stop bullets or shadows or whatever the hell was coming next.“Stay behind me,” he said, voice low and tight.I didn’t argue. My body was still weak, stitched together with stubbornness and rage, my legs trembling even as adrenaline flooded my veins. I gripped the side of the bed to stay upright, heart slamming so hard it hurt.Seraphine clicked on a flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness like a blade. Her other hand held her weapon steady, finger off the trigger but ready.“That wasn’t a normal blackout,” she said. “They killed th