Falling for the Disgraced Heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Cameras swarmed the hospital entrance like vultures scenting blood. Julia barely had time to breathe before the first reporter shoved a microphone toward her. “Miss Bailey, is it true? Are you engaged to Brandon Hughes?”Brandon stepped in front of her so fast the air shifted. “Yes,” he said. One word. Clean. Sharp. Final.Julia’s breath punched out of her. Reporters erupted like they’d been waiting their whole lives for this lie. Flashes burst, questions flew, and all she felt was his hand tightening around hers—steadier than her own heartbeat.Inside, once the doors shut behind them, she whispered, “Brandon… why would you say that?”He didn’t meet her eyes. “Because if I denied it, they would&rsqu

The message haunted her long after the screen dimmed. Five words pulsed behind her eyes like a bruise: End this before it ruins him. Julia stared at them until her breath stuttered. Someone knew. Someone close enough to warn—or threaten.Brandon was in the kitchen, drying dishes as if nothing had shifted in the world. As if they weren’t standing on the edge of another war. She slipped her phone into her pocket before he could ask.But he still paused, sensing the change. “Everything okay?”“Yeah,” she lied, too quickly. The crack in her voice echoed louder than her words.He didn’t push. That almost hurt more.

Brandon didn’t sleep.By dawn, he sat on the edge of the motel bed—head in his hands, elbows pressed to his knees—staring at the floor as if the answer to everything might crack through the tiles. Julia watched from the doorway, her chest tight with a fear she couldn’t name. He hadn’t looked this defeated since the day he walked away from his family. Except now, he wasn’t walking—he was drowning.“I ruined your life,” he murmured, voice gravel rough. “You lost your job, your safety… everything because of me.”“That’s not true,” she whispered.But he didn’t hear her. Or maybe he didn’t want to.He stood abruptly, pacing the l

The moment Arthur laid the documents on the table, the room tilted. Julia stared at the paper trail—payments, fake invoices, encrypted transfers—all pointing to a single PR firm tied directly to Hughes Corp’s board. The betrayal cut deeper than any headline. Someone with power, someone untouchable, had tried to bury Brandon…and scorch her with him.Brandon paced the room like a shadow unraveling. “You’re saying they framed me. The board. Not my father.”Arthur nodded once. “And they’re not done.”Julia sto

Flames still clawed at the courthouse ruins when Julia and Brandon arrived, the night sky stained orange with smoke. Firefighters shouted orders through the haze, boots slamming against puddles of soot-soaked water. The air tasted bitter—burned wood, melted plastic, and the quiet death of truth.Brandon pushed past the caution tape before anyone could stop him. “My files were in there,” he said, voice hoarse. “Everything we had. Everything that could clear—”“Brandon, wait.” Julia grabbed his arm, but his eyes were fixed on the crumbling doorway like a man watching his past collapse in real time.Arthur arrived seconds later, breathless. “They’re calling it a structural malfunction,” he said. “Which means someone wanted this to look like an acci