His Regret Began When She Let Go のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Dominic did not slow down as he stepped into the house, but something felt wrong before he even spoke a word.His eyes moved across the sitting room quickly. Rachel wasn’t there.His jaw tightened almost instantly.“Rachel?” he called, his voice firm, carrying through the space.No answer came back. That was enough to set something off inside him.“Rachel,” he called again, louder this time as he stepped further in.Marissa appeared from the hallway, her expression already uneasy as if she had been waiting for this exact moment.Dominic’s gaze snapped to her immediately. “Where is she?”Marissa hesitated, and that hesitation said more than any words could have.Dominic’s eyes darkened. “Marissa.”“She left,” she said quickly.Dominic’s posture stiffened. “Left?” he repeated, his voice low now, controlled in a way that made it more dangerous.Marissa nodded once, though she didn’t look entirely confident in her own decision. “She got a call,” she explained. “From Bryce.”The name alone

Rachel did not move immediately after the door shut behind Smithfield.Her hands rested loosely at her sides, but her fingers were not relaxed. They curled slowly, tightening inch by inch as the weight of everything settled into something sharp and focused inside her chest.She inhaled slowly, controlling the rise and fall of her breathing. Fear was still there, but it was no longer leading. It had shifted, forced into the background by something stronger.Smithfield thought he had her cornered. He thought he had broken her with truth twisted into poison. He thought he had planted enough doubt about Dominic to make her unstable, emotional, easy to guide.That was his first mistake. Rachel lifted her head slightly, her gaze sharpening as her thoughts aligned into something clear.If she fought him openly, she would lose. He had control of the space, the people, the movement, everything that mattered physically.But control was not always about force. It was about perception, and right

Rachel let out a soft laugh, one that carried no fear and no hesitation, only a calm certainty.Smithfield watched her closely as she tilted her head slightly, as though the request he had just made was not a test but a formality.“If that is what you need to prove I am loyal,” she said lightly, her voice steady, almost amused, “then so be it.”For a brief moment, even Bryce glanced at Smithfield, as though unsure whether to intervene, but Smithfield only folded his arms and observed her like a man watching a conclusion he had already predicted.The guard standing beside Rachel stiffened slightly, his posture alert now, sensing something dangerous in the ease of her tone.Rachel turned her head slowly toward him, her expression unreadable, then she reached for the gun being offered without shaking, without pause, as though it had always belonged in her hand.The weight of it settled against her palm, cold and familiar in a way that made the room feel even quieter.Smithfield’s voice c

Dominic stood just beyond the outer wall, his eyes fixed on the structure ahead, his grip steady on the gun in his hand. The men in black spread out around him, moving into position with silent coordination. No one spoke. “Positions set,” one of them said quietly through the comm.Dominic didn’t look away from the building. “We move now.”The first gunshot shattered the air. Then another followed, and another, until the silence of the compound collapsed into chaos. Guards scrambled, voices rose, and the sound of bullets striking metal and stone echoed through every corner of the estate.Inside, a guard rushed into Smithfield’s study without knocking. “Sir—”Smithfield turned sharply, irritation flashing across his face before it shifted into something more focused. “What is it?”“We’re surrounded,” the guard said quickly, his breathing uneven.Before Smithfield could respond, a series of gunshots rang out from outside, louder and closer than before. The windows trembled slightly wit

The moment the room fell into silence, Dominic's eyes locked completely on Smithfield, sharp and unmoving, while the men dressed in black spread carefully around the space with their weapons raised.“Release my wife,” Dominic said coldly. “And release Tony.”Smithfield’s expression did not change immediately. Then slowly, he laughed almost amused, which somehow made it worse.“You came all this way,” Smithfield said calmly, “just to make demands?”Dominic’s grip tightened around the gun. “This ends tonight.”Smithfield tilted his head slightly. “Does it?”Before anyone could react properly, Smithfield moved suddenly.His arm wrapped around Rachel’s waist and dragged her hard against his chest, pulling her back into him so quickly that even Rachel lost balance for a second.At the same time, a knife appeared in his other hand. The blade pressed directly against Rachel’s neck.The room froze instantly. Even the men in black stiffened. Nobody had seen the knife before now.Rachel inhaled