Three Years With My Billionaire Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The fall didn’t scream.I did.Air tore out of my lungs as the world vanished beneath my feet, the hospital lights snapping into nothing while gravity yanked me down like I’d been personally selected for hell. My arms flailed, catching nothing. My stitches burned. My body twisted midair, instinct fighting terror, terror winning anyway.Adrian’s name ripped out of my throat.The darkness rushed up to meet me.Then hands.Rough. Strong. Not catching me.Guiding me.I slammed into something hard and slanted, my shoulder screaming in protest as I slid down metal slick with condensation. My back scraped. My palms burned. I finally crashed onto solid ground in a heap of pain and breathless panic.The floor shuddered.Above me, the panel sealed shut.Gone.I lay there gasping, chest heaving, the silence roaring so loud it rang in my ears. The air smelled wrong. Not clean like the hospital. Damp. Metallic. Old.I pushed myself onto my elbows, pain ripping through my abdomen so hard spots danc

The air above ground tasted wrong.Not clean. Not free. Burnt metal, smoke, blood soaked into concrete. Sirens screamed from every direction, red and blue lights slicing through the night like knives. The hospital behind us looked less like a place of healing now and more like a crime scene stitched together with panic.I stumbled as we burst through the emergency exit, my legs screaming in protest, my body finally cashing the checks adrenaline had been writing. Adrian caught me before I hit the pavement, his arm locking around my waist like muscle memory.“I’ve got you,” he said, breath rough, voice shaking harder than he wanted me to hear.I clung to him, fingers digging into his jacket, grounding myself in the fact that he was real. Warm. Alive. Not bleeding out on a cold floor underground.Seraphine didn’t stop moving. She scanned the perimeter, weapon raised, eyes cutting through chaos like a blade. “We don’t stay here,” she said. “This place is going to be swarmed.”“It already

The alarm wasn’t loud.That was the problem.It hummed low and steady, like a predator purring because it already had its claws in you. The lights didn’t flash red this time. They dimmed. Softened. Like the facility was trying not to panic us while it quietly locked every exit we hadn’t realized we needed.Someone inside had opened the door.Collins was already moving, fingers flying across the tablet in his hand, jaw tight. “Nobody leave this room,” he said. “Seraphine, seal it.”Seraphine didn’t argue. She crossed the space in three long strides and slapped her palm against the biometric panel. The door slid shut with a heavy final sound that echoed straight through my ribs.Adrian stood beside me, close enough that our shoulders brushed. I could feel the tension vibrating through him, the way his body went still when he was calculating how many ways this could go wrong.“Talk,” he said to Collins. “Now.”Collins looked up, eyes sharp but unsettled. “The breach didn’t come from outs

The word NOW pulsed on the screen like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.Once.Twice.Again.The device vibrated in my palm, a low thrumming that crawled up my arm and lodged behind my ribs. The room felt smaller with every second I didn’t move. Air thick. Heavy. Like the walls were listening.Adrian’s voice cut through the silence. “Amara. Look at me.”I did. His eyes were steady, even as fear flickered behind them. The kind of fear that loved you enough to let you go anyway.“You don’t have to answer her,” he said softly.I swallowed. My throat felt scraped raw from screaming I barely remembered. “She’s alive.”“Yes.”“And she’s calling me.”He didn’t argue that either.Seraphine crossed the room and braced a hand on the table, leaning in. “Signals like that don’t last. If she’s broadcasting, she’s exposed.”Collins nodded grimly. “They’ll be triangulating her position already.”My pulse spiked. “Then why would she do it.”Seraphine met my gaze. “Because she’s out of time.”The device b

The lights didn’t come back all at once.They returned in pulses, like the facility itself was breathing through pain, systems rebooting under strain. White glare faded to gray. Gray sharpened into edges. The first thing I heard was my own heartbeat, loud and unruly, thudding against my ears like it wanted out.Then the building screamed.Not alarms.Not sirens.Steel tearing somewhere deep in the structure. A long, grinding shriek that traveled through the floor and straight up my legs, rattling my teeth. Dust rained from the ceiling. Someone swore. Someone else shouted orders that overlapped and collapsed into noise.I lowered the relay slowly.My hands were steady now.That scared me more than the shaking ever had.“They’re here,” Seraphine said, already moving, weapon up, stance locked. Her voice was calm in that way that meant violence was no longer theoretical.Collins stared at the screens, face washed pale by flickering feeds. “Override worked. They took the bait.”“How many,”