Untamed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

RAQUEL'S POV The world drifted into focus through a fog of deep sleep. I felt movement first , a gentle rocking motion, like floating on water. Cool air brushed my face. Then, stillness. Muffled voices surrounded me, growing fainter as if someone was turning down a radio. What’s happening? My eyelids were leaden. I fought to open them, blinking slowly against the darkness. On the second try, harsh light stabbed my vision. A streetlamp glared directly into my face. I jolted upright, heart hammering. This wasn’t Frank’s guest room. I was in the passenger seat of a car, a sleek, familiar sedan, parked on the shoulder of a quiet road. The dashboard clock glowed: 11:47 PM. Panic, cold and immediate, seized my throat. How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was the soft give of Frank’s pillow, the safety of his spare room. I hadn’t heard a car start. I hadn’t felt myself being moved. My gaze darted outside. A few meters ahead, under the sickly yellow glow of another stree

The tension in the night air was so thick it felt solid, a palpable force pressing against my skin. Under the flickering station light, Frank and Dr. Yeboah faced each other in a silent, furious standoff. Frank shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking from my husband to me and back again, clearly out of his depth. This was his fight no longer. I pushed open the car door and stepped out, the gravel crunching beneath my shoes. “I’m going with Frank,” I stated, my voice dry and stripped of all warmth. “You will do no such thing.” Dr. Yeboah’s reply was a whip-crack in the quiet. I made a show of looking slowly around the empty parking lot. “Who, exactly, is stopping me?” “I am your husband. You will do as I say.” He stepped closer, the familiar entitlement rolling off him in waves. A laugh, brittle and sharp, escaped me. I closed the distance between us, my gaze locked on his. “It’s amazing,” I purred, reaching out to take the silk of his tie between my fingers. I twirled it sl

The woman’s hands, which had been stirring something in my pot, stilled. She turned slowly, her eyes sweeping over me with a dismissive coolness that stole my breath. “Nobody you need to know,” she snapped, before turning her back on me as if I were a minor inconvenience. Rage, white-hot and righteous, flooded my veins. “This is my house, and you will answer me!” She didn’t even look up. “The last time I checked, the deed belonged to Dr. Yeboah.” “What belongs to my husband belongs to me!” I snarled, my voice rising. Finally, she faced me fully, a smirk twisting her pretty features. “Honey, go build your own. Stop using marriage as a leverage to claim what isn’t yours.” The sheer audacity was a slap. “Get out of my house!” The command tore from me, raw and trembling. “No.” She planted her feet, tapping one on the tiled floor for emphasis. “I’m not taking a single step out of here.” That was it. This was my sanctuary, violated. I would not tolerate this… this stranger co

"What the hell, Michael?!" I gasped, the door digging painfully into my shoulder blades. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of shock and rising anger. His body was a cage of solid muscle and simmering fury, pinning me in place. In the dim hallway light, his features were all sharp angles and shadowed planes, his eyes holding a darkness I'd never seen before. "What were you doing in the car with Frank?" The question wasn't just a query, it was an accusation, ground out between clenched teeth. "Nothing that concerns you!" I snapped back, finding my voice. I planted my hands against his chest and pushed, but he didn't budge. My effort only made me more aware of the unyielding strength beneath my palms, the heat radiating through his shirt. A treacherous flush crept up my neck. "Do you want him?" he demanded, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. His gaze burned into mine, searching for truths I wasn't ready to admit, even to myself. "Want him? What ar

“Is everything alright?” Keira’s voice pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. “Yeah,” I managed, my voice faint. “Everything is… fine.” “You look a bit distracted.” I let out a shaky breath, deciding on honesty. “Silly me,” I confessed, a humorless laugh escaping. “I thought you were my husband’s girlfriend. That’s a big part of why I fought you, and why I’ve been so harsh with him.” Her eyes widened, then crinkled at the corners. A giggle escaped, then morphed into full, helpless laughter. “Oh my gosh! Girlfriend? Of that old man? Auntie Raquel, that’s ridiculous!” She clutched her stomach, tears of mirth sparkling in her eyes. The genuine amusement, the term “Auntie,” it broke the last of the tension. A reluctant smile touched my lips. “Have you taken a closer look at me?” I chided playfully. “I’m only about three years older than you, and he is my husband.” “My bad,” she wheezed, calming down. “But that was a… unique choice you made.” “Wait till you fall in love before