One Night Stand with the Secret Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The ride back to the penthouse was the quietest it had ever been. The city of Los Angeles blurred past the windows in a smear of neon lights and midnight shadows. Lucas sat in the back of the SUV, his hand locked with Selene’s. He was bandaged up again, looking exhausted and pale, but he refused to go back to the hospital until he knew she was safely behind their own front door.When they finally stepped inside, the penthouse felt different. Lucas didn't let go of her hand as they walked to the large, plush sofa. He moved slowly, his body aching from the fight at the warehouse, but his eyes were only on her."We’re safe now," he whispered, pulling her into his side. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, his fingers tracing small circles on the back of her hand. "I’m never letting anyone get that close to you again. Not the Sterlings, not Silas. No one."Selene nodded, resting her head on his uninjured shoulder. "I know," she murmured. But as she spoke, a wave of dizziness wa

Lucas stood at the entrance of the penthouse building, the glass doors reflecting a man he didn't quite recognize. His thumb hovered over the phone screen, staring at the photo of him and Lexi. The threat from the Sterlings was clear, they weren't just attacking his company anymore, they were attacking the very foundation of his home.He looked up at the top floor, where the lights of his apartment were glowing warmly. Selene was up there, sitting on the sofa, probably wondering why her green apples were taking so long.If he went up there now and told her, the stress might kill her. The doctor had warned him that her pregnancy was high-risk because of the kidnapping. If she saw this photo... if she felt even a second of doubt... it could be the end for the baby."I have to keep her out of this," he whispered to the cold air.He turned his back on the building and walked back toward the plaza. He didn't call James. He didn't call his legal team. He walked straight back to where Lexi

The bus ride had lasted three days, a blurring montage of gas station coffee, neon-lit rest stops, and the constant, dull ache in Selene’s lower back. She had traveled until the palm trees of California were replaced by the towering, rain-drenched pines of the Olympic Peninsula. She ended up in a town called Port Haven... a place so small and mist-covered that it felt like the edge of the world.She had exactly five hundred dollars in cash, a denim jacket, and a life growing inside her that she was determined to protect from the shadow of the Yates name.Finding work was her first priority. She couldn't go back to jewelry... The Collection had made her face too recognizable in that world. Instead, she walked into a narrow, ivy-covered building on the corner of the main street. A sign hanging over the door read "The Velvet Spine – Books & Curios."As the bell chimed, a woman with a shock of curly red hair and bright purple reading glasses looked up from a stack of vintage poetry."We’

Five years passed. The small apartment had transformed into a sanctuary overflowing with life. The walls were covered in Leo’s finger paintings - mostly aggressive splashes of primary colors... and Ella’s carefully pressed wildflowers. The twins were no longer swaddled bundles... they were five-year-old whirlwinds. Through every fever, every scraped knee, and every birthday candle, Ophelia had been the rock. She had put her own life on hold to guard Selene’s secret, becoming the only family the twins truly knew. But the world outside Port Haven was starting to claw at the edges of their sanctuary. The peace was shattered on a Tuesday morning by the arrival of a sleek, silver town car that looked utterly ridiculous parked in front of the weathered bookstore. A woman stepped out... who looked like she had been vacuum-sealed in couture... It was Margaret Thorne, Ophelia’s mother. Margaret didn't do "small towns." She swept into the bookstore, her nose wrinkled as if the scent of ol

The damp air of Port Haven seemed to thicken, pressing against the windows of the bookstore as Selene processed Ophelia’s ultimatum. California. The mere word felt like a physical blow to her chest, a sudden flare of heat that scorched through five years of carefully constructed peace. She could feel the ghost of the Pacific breeze on her skin, but it didn't feel like summer... it felt like a warning.Selene stepped back, her hand finding the rough, comforting wood of a mahogany bookshelf to steady herself. The smell of old parchment and vanilla usually calmed her, but now, it felt like it was suffocating her."Ophelia, I can’t," Selene whispered, her voice trembling. "You’re asking me to walk back into a burning building after I barely escaped with my life. California isn't just a state to me. It’s a cage. It’s where every shadow has eyes and every person in a suit is a potential hunter."Ophelia didn't flinch. "I’m asking you to trust me. I’m asking you to stop being a ghost for