The Scandalous Step Siblings: First Enemies, Then Lovers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Anya’s POVThe St. Louis arena was a concrete cavern that smelled of ozone and expensive floor wax. I sat in the production office, my fingers blurring over the keys as I ran the audit Ethan had demanded, but my mind was stuck in the quiet hum of the bus. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of Kai’s hands. The air in the office was cold, but I was burning up from the inside out. I had to scrub the logs. I had to make sure the gap in the security footage from three in the morning looked like a routine server reset and not a ten minute window for a revolution."The engagement numbers are peaking in the Midwest, Anya," Ethan said, leaning against the doorframe. He had been hovering all morning, a shark circling a scent he couldn't quite pinpoint. "The Charleston clip is viral. People are calling it the 'Raw Rhodes' era. The label is terrified, but the ticket resellers are ecstatic. It’s a delicate balance.""The balance is fine, Ethan," I said, not looking up. "The dat

ANYAThe bus was moving away from St. Louis and into the dark and honestly it felt less like a luxury tour vehicle and more like a very expensive coffin on wheels. The "Honest Show" had been over for three hours but the mess it left behind was still vibrating through the air like a bad radio signal. I sat at the small galley table with my fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago and watched the blue glow of the TV in the lounge because every news channel was obsessed with Kai’s face. They kept playing that one clip over and over where his voice cracked and he looked like his soul was leaving his body and the headlines underneath were calling it the "Death of the North Star" which was a bit dramatic even for cable news."Turn it off before I lose my mind," Ethan snapped from the doorway and he looked like he’d been dragged through a hedge backward.His expensive suit was a mess and his tie was gone and his eyes were bloodshot with a kind of rage that

ANYA’S POVThe road to Omaha was basically just a long, depressing straight line of nothing. Outside the bus window, it was all dark asphalt and these creepy, dying cornfields that made it feel like we were on a spaceship drifting through a total void. I was sitting in the galley, trying to look bored, but my heart was hammering against my ribs because the new satellite bridge was humming right above my head in the ceiling panels. Every time Miller or Ethan walked past, I felt this massive jolt of adrenaline that made my fingers actually itch. I was a total ghost in the machine now, watching their every move through the very cameras they thought were theirs."We’re two hours out," Ethan said, suddenly stepping into the galley and making me jump. He hovered over my shoulder, squinting at my screen, but I was ready—all he saw was a super boring spreadsheet of t-shirt and poster sales. "The Omaha venue is a heritage site. Lots of fancy wood, amazing acoustics, and seriously tight securit

Anya's POV The Nebraska panhandle was nothing but a flat, black ocean of silence. Outside the heavy windows of the tour bus, the wind howled across the plains, slamming against the frame until the whole vehicle shuddered. It felt like we were the only living things left in a world that had gone cold and dark. Inside the lounge, the air was even worse—it was thick, stale, and tasted like copper.Ethan hadn’t slept. I could tell by the way he moved—jagged, twitchy, like a man vibrating on a frequency of pure, desperate fury. He was pacing the narrow aisle, his footsteps heavy and rhythmic against the laminate flooring. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with a raw redness that made him look less like a high-powered manager and more like a predator backed into a corner.In his hand, he gripped the satellite bridge. He’d found it."I’m going to ask one more time," Ethan said. His voice wasn't loud. It was a low, dangerous crawl that set my teeth on edge.He stopped directly over Lila. She w

ANYA’S POVThe gravel dug into my palms like a thousand tiny shards of broken glass, stinging and sharp, but I didn't make a sound as I stayed as low to the ground as I possibly could. My heart was thundering against my ribs, a wild and frantic rhythm that felt loud enough for the whole world to hear. Just a few yards away, the driver was still standing at the front of the bus, a dark and jagged shape silhouetted against the huge, empty horizon of the desert. He was humming some mindless little tune to himself, completely oblivious to the fact that his "cargo" had just crawled out of the emergency hatch and was currently shivering in the dirt.I didn't try to run for the fence because I knew there was no way I’d make it. Instead, I stayed in the dark and crawled toward the shadows of the building. It wasn't some high-tech facility or a fancy lab; it was just a sad, abandoned roadside motel that looked like it hadn't seen a guest in twenty years. Ethan must have rented it for cash to k