Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Chapter 70 – The Silence AfterAriana’s POVDistance didn’t feel like safety.It felt like withdrawal.The first morning without Ethan, I woke up reaching for my phone before I remembered I couldn’t. That the space between us wasn’t an accident or a fight or something time would soften. It was engineered. Measured. Approved by people who would never know what his laugh sounded like at two in the morning.Campus noticed immediately.They always do.Whispers followed me down hallways. Looks lingered longer than necessary. The story had shifted again—less scandal now, more speculation. Fallout. Collateral. Damage control.I kept my head down.That was the deal.Emily disappeared.Not dramatically. No goodbye post. No frantic messages. Just gone. Her account deactivated. Her apartment emptied overnight. Someone efficient had erased her edges.I told myself that meant she was safe.I didn’t know if I believed it.My mother called every day. Sometimes twice. She didn’t push. Didn’t ask ques

Chapter 72 – Burn NoticeAriana’s POVThe hard drive felt heavier than it should have.Like it understood gravity better than the rest of us.The senator stood ten feet away, composed, almost patient. Like a man waiting for a delayed flight, not three people deciding whether to dismantle his career.“You’re out of time,” he repeated.The hurried footsteps outside grew louder.Not security.Not police.Too many for that.Ethan’s hand brushed mine—subtle, grounding.“Fire exit,” he murmured under his breath.Emily shook her head almost imperceptibly.“No,” she whispered. “That’s where they’ll expect.”The overhead light flickered again.The senator didn’t move.Didn’t need to.He believed the outcome was already decided.“You don’t have to destroy yourselves to prove a point,” he said calmly. “There are other ways to live.”“Under you?” I asked.“Within structure,” he corrected.I almost laughed.Outside, a car door slammed hard enough to echo through the metal siding.Ethan made a deci

Chapter 74 – The Quiet Before They KnockI always thought the worst part would be the moment everything exploded.The arrests.The headlines.The screaming matches in courtrooms.I was wrong.The worst part is the quiet.They released us just after midnight.No charges. No threats. No dramatic warnings.Just polite nods and a reminder to “remain available.”Remain available.Like we were waiting for a dinner reservation instead of a federal indictment.Ethan drove. Emily sat in the back seat, arms wrapped around herself, staring out the window like she expected headlights to suddenly veer toward us.No one spoke for the first ten minutes.I watched the city blur past. Every red light felt like a countdown. Every dark intersection felt like a trap.My phone was face down in my lap.I didn’t pick it up again.Not yet.“They’re watching,” Emily said finally.Her voice was steady.Too steady.“I know,” I replied.Ethan’s jaw tightened. “The AUSA wasn’t bluffing.”“No,” I said. “She wasn’t

Chapter 76 – Terms and ConditionsThe message stayed on my screen long enough for me to memorize it.We need to meet. Alone.No greeting. No signature. Just the number I now knew belonged to Assistant U.S. Attorney Daniel Reeves.The same man who had supposedly been “moving carefully.”The same man who had told me to stay quiet.The same man who somehow knew exactly when to send federal agents to my mother’s house.Coincidence doesn’t move with that kind of timing.The hallway buzzed with controlled chaos. Officers speaking into radios. One of them closing the crawl space panel with a flat, decisive shove. My mother was being gently escorted downstairs to give a statement.And I was being watched.Not aggressively.But carefully.One agent lingered near the top of the stairs, pretending not to stare.Protective custody.Right.I typed back before I could overthink it.You just sent agents to my house.The reply came almost instantly.Not mine.That stopped me.I stared at the screen.

Chapter 78 – When the Door LiftsThe warehouse door didn’t just open.It rose slowly — deliberate, mechanical, unapologetic.The grinding metal echoed through the concrete space like a countdown.No one in the room moved at first.The woman in the driver’s seat didn’t reach for a weapon.She didn’t curse.She didn’t even look surprised.She just watched.Which meant this wasn’t unexpected.It was inevitable.Cold night air poured in under the widening gap. The outside streetlights cut thin bars of orange across the warehouse floor.I turned slightly, positioning myself behind the car door without making it obvious.“If this is part of the plan,” I said quietly, “you should probably tell me.”“It’s not,” she replied.That was honest.The door rose high enough to reveal tires first.Black.Large.Government issue? Hard to tell from rubber alone.Then the grill.Then the windshield.No sirens.No lights.Just quiet authority.The vehicle stopped halfway inside the threshold.Didn’t advan