Please, call me Auntie のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

132. Soraya🍒They say when you marry someone, their debts become your debts. I used to think that meant money. Reputation. Obligations. Now I understand it means pain.Watching those strong men sit in my kitchen, pretending they weren’t shattered after learning they have an older brother, a brother who tried to kill one of them, broke something inside me.Not fear, no doubt, Something colder.Something that makes me want to go to the ends of the earth, find the person responsible, and make them pay for making my husband suffer. Instead, I do what I always do.I put on my armor, Cream suit, and red velvet pumps. Hair pulled into a tight bun at the crown of my head, not a strand out of place. I go to the office like it’s a regular day.Like I’m not being watched, Like Jasper isn’t still using that girl to spy on us, Like he doesn’t think holding that flash drive gives him leverage.Now I’m waiting, waiting for him to make his move. Waiting for the moment I can send

134. Jasper I had a plan to get rid of Joy and start my journey to getting Soraya back, reclaiming what was mine. I was the one in charge, moving the pieces where they belonged. Everything was going smoothly, I cut the brakes with no intention of anyone getting killed, I just wanted him to get hurt badly, then I stole the flash drive, the one that I knew contained everything that I would need to keep Soraya by my side, without it, she has no power. To make sure everything was going according to plan, I had the new girl keep an eye on her by threatening her family; she was doing a good job, I might say. Everything was strategically planned under my control; I could feel the power in the tip of my fingers. So, where did I go wrong so someone could sneak in and make their pawn? The call came one afternoon; the burner phone vibrated in my hand, with a number I didn't recognize. I answer it anyway. Then a man's voice came through, calm and detached, “You've been

Thane We got back from the hospital, and I fell into a weird routine: I walked into the kitchen absent-mindedly and went straight into making dinner. It was my way of keeping myself busy and my mind occupied. An hour later, the food was sitting on the table in front of me, untouched. My mind was still cloudy with the text repeating over and over. No matter how many times I tried to come up with a reasonable way to confront Leon’s wife, nothing worked; I mean, they worked fine, just not in her favor. I looked up from my plate to see that Soraya’s plate was the same as mine, untouched. Exhaustion wrapped around her like a veil; it looked like she was being drained completely. With a heavy sigh, I watch as she walks away from the table and makes her way up the stairs to our bedroom, her shoulders heavy, her steps slow, and I hate that I can't take away her pain. With a shake of my head, I started cleaning the table, putting the plates away when I was done. I walked into the piano ro

138. Soraya🍒The first thing that I felt was that my head throbbed, a dull pulsing ache behind my eyes as consciousness slowly crawled back into my body. The second thing was the cold, rough concrete under my palms. My breathing stayed slow and controlled, even as my mind began piecing things together: the bedroom, the exhaustion, falling asleep, then being startled awake before a hand covered my mouth. I opened my eyes, and a dim light flickered above me from a single hanging bulb; the room smelled like dust and metal, old oil. I blink a couple of times before I realize I was in a warehouse. My wrists weren’t tied, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t trapped; the metal door behind me was closed. And leaning against a nearby table with his arms crossed was Jasper.He watched me like someone studying a puzzle, my eyes on him. I slowly pushed myself up from the floor, ignoring the dizziness. “Well,” he said after a moment, voice almost amused. “You woke up faster th

Leon( Thane’s father)The house was silent, dead silent. The moment the boys moved out, things started to change, and when Theo came to light, things took a drastic turn. Now the house has the kind of quiet that presses against your ears until it feels unbearable. I stood in the study with the lamp casting a dull golden circle across the desk, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. I refused to believe what the documents in my hands were saying, the evidence, the pictures, phone records, and back transfers, everything led to one person, my wife. I knew what kind of person I married, but I never thought she would be responsible for my own mother’s death. I've done my own shameless things. I've hurt the people around me, but this hard truth is too unforgiving.The brakes on the car had been tampered with, someone had hit the car, and all that was arranged by the woman I married. My mother was innocent, despite how I was in the past, and how I almost lost t