The Debt Collectors Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 129

POV: Damien The yacht sailed through the sea, there were no lights, just the faint green glow of the moon on the water. The island was already gone behind us, ahead was the mainland. Everyone was finally asleep. Gideon was tucked into a bunk in the lower cabin, his body exhausted from the sudden move. Luca and Marrow were trading shifts, staring at thermal screens, waiting for any movement that meant the Council were closing in. I was in the main cabin, staring at a digital map of the mountain range we were heading toward. My hands were steady, but my mind was a mess. I’d pulled her out of one hell only to drop her straight back into another. I’d promised her peace, all I had given her was a different kind of war. The cabin door hissed open. Sera stood there, wrapped in a dark sweater that was far too big for her. The red emergency lights carved shadows under her cheekbones and across her collarbones. She didn’t look frightened, there was this hardness in her eyes, that made b

POV: SeraThe mountain fortress was supposed to feel safe, but to me, it didn’t."He's doing it to scare us, Sera," my father whispered, holding a cup of tea with hands that were still shaking . "Don't let him in your head."But Silas was already in our heads.Every hour, Luca would get a new notification. Silas wasn't attacking us yet. Instead, he was destroying every place Damien had ever called home. One by one, Damien’s old safehouses, his secret apartments in the city, cabins in the woods, they were all being burned to the ground. Silas was erasing Damien’s past, making sure the only place left for us was this cold rock.Late that afternoon, the sirens rang."Boss, we’ve got a drone at the main gate," Luca called out, his voice tense. "It’s not armed. It’s... it’s carrying a package."Damien was on his feet in a second, his hand went to his gun. "Don't open the gate. Use the mechanical arm."I followed them to the monitor. On the screen, I saw a small drone hovering outside the

POV: DamienThe monitors in the war room usually showed nothing but the quiet white snowy mountains But this morning, every screen was lit up playing a tape.Luca was typing so fast and his face was pale. "Boss, you need to see this. Silas isn't hiding anymore. He’s gone loud. He wants the whole world to watch."I walked over to the main console. On the center screen, a news report from the city was playing on a loop. The words at the bottom were bright red: SENIOR COUNCIL MEMBER KIDNAPPED.It was Moretti, One of the oldest men on the High Table. He had survived wars and assassins for thirty years, but someone had snatched him from his own home in broad daylight. His guards were all dead on the grass."He’s started a live stream," Luca whispered. He looked like he wanted to throw up.The screen flickered, and the news was cut off. A grainy video started playing instead.I recognized the room immediately. It was a basement in the old shipyard— the same place where Silas had kept Ser

POV: DamienWe lay together in the dark. Our breathing was slow."We survive," she whispered."That is the only rule for tomorrow. We survive.""We survive," I said as I kissed her hand."Get some sleep," I whispered. I watched her close her eyes. Soon the both of us fell asleep. —————————The morning air in the mountain was cold and sharp. I woke up before the sun was fully up. Sera was still asleep beside me. I stayed still for a moment, just listening to her breathe. I knew that by tonight, the world would be different. Either Silas would be dead, or we would be.I got out of bed and dressed in my dark tactical gear. I checked my belt, my knife, and my handgun. When Sera woke up, she didn't say much. She dressed in the dark clothes we had laid out the night before. We went to the main hub of the fortress. Gideon was standing by the heavy steel door. He looked like he hadn't slept at all. He had a bag of food and water ready for us.I walked up to him. He looked at me, and I saw t

POV: DamienWe ran for the stairs at the end of the hall. Silas kept firing from the ceiling. Bullets smashed the mirrors around us. Sharp pieces of glass flew through the air like rain. One piece cut my cheek, but I didn't stop."Go! Go!" I yelled.We burst through the door at the end of the hallway. It led to the very top of the bell tower. It was a wide, open space with huge bells hanging from the wooden beams. The wind blew through the open stone arches. Below us, the city looked small and gray.I looked around for Silas. The room was empty."Where is he?" Sera asked. She was leaning against a beam, trying to catch her breath.Suddenly, a shadow dropped from the ceiling above.Silas landed on his feet like a cat. He didn't have his rifle anymore. He held a long, silver blade in one hand and a pistol in the other. He looked messy. His suit was torn, and his hair looked wild. The calm mask he always wore was finally gone."This is it, Damien," Silas said. He pointed the gun at my ch