On The Wrong Bed; The Twin Brother's Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

031♦♦♦♦“Have you eaten?” he asked, his palm settling on her back, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as though he was grounding her there, reminding her she wasn’t alone in the room.“No,” Eleanor replied softly, shaking her head. “I’ve been here since morning.”His hand paused for half a second before continuing, his thumb pressing slightly firmer along her spine. “Should I make you something… delicious?” he asked, his voice calm, almost casual.She tilted her head, studying him through her lashes. There was something unreadable in his eyes....too composed, too intentional.“Why would you do that?” she asked, suspicion threading through her tone.“Are you hungry or not?” he replied, and this time she heard it....the faint coldness beneath the concern, sharp and controlled. She knew better than to challenge him now. This was an opening, and she couldn’t afford to waste it.“I’m hungry,” she said immediately.“Stay here,” he murmured, already rising to his feet. “I’ll be back.”Before s

♦♦♦♦ Lewis sat on a dark leather couch, one leg crossed over the other, his posture relaxed yet commanding. The room was dimly lit, shadows clinging to the corners like obedient servants. The faint glow from a single overhead light carved sharp angles along his jawline, leaving the rest of his expression half-hidden in calculated darkness. The air itself felt restrained… heavy with control, silence stretched tight enough to snap. Even the ticking of the clock on the far wall seemed hesitant, as though it, too, feared intruding on his presence. Two men stood before him. They did not fidget. They did not dare move unnecessarily. Even breathing felt like something that required permission. Their hands were clasped behind their backs, shoulders squared, eyes lowered just enough to show respect without appearing weak. They had learned long ago that in this room, under this gaze, composure was survival. One wrong gesture, one misplaced word, and they would flinch… not from fear alone, bu

♦♦♦♦ Vanessa entered the house and immediately felt its emptiness wrap around her like a hollow echo. The silence was thick, almost mocking, pressing against her ears as though reminding her that she stood alone. The grand living room lights were dim, casting long shadows across polished floors that reflected nothing but her solitary figure. She moved through the corridor slowly, her heels clicking in uneven rhythm before retreating to her room and locking the door behind her. The loneliness gnawed at her nerves as she bathed, steam fogging the mirror while her thoughts spiraled endlessly. Her body felt restless, her mind louder than ever. She touched herself repeatedly, chasing a sensation that refused to satisfy her....an ache born from frustration, envy, and longing for attention she never truly received. Afterward, she dressed carefully, slipping into her usual outfit, smoothing the fabric over her curves, fixing her makeup with steady precision until her reflection looked compos

♦♦♦♦ ~FLASHBACK CONTINUES~ But all of a sudden, she jerked upright. Her head slammed hard into Lewis’s jaw. “Ahhh!” Lewis hissed sharply, stumbling back as pain exploded through his face. His teeth clicked together, the shock forcing a low curse from his throat. For a second, bright sparks clouded his vision, and he had to steady himself against the wall. “You… this crazy woman!” he barked, momentarily losing his composure as he clutched his jaw. “What the hell is wrong with you?! I was trying to help!” She didn’t listen. “Pervert!” she screamed, her voice slurred but furious. She charged at him with reckless force, shoving him hard in the chest. Lewis, caught off guard by her sudden strength, lost his balance and fell backward onto the carpeted floor. Before he could react, she lunged. Her teeth sank into his arm. “Damn it…!” Lewis sucked in a sharp breath as pain shot through him, sharp and immediate. Instinct screamed at him to push her away, to restrain her wrists and pin

♦♦♦♦“What?!”Lucas stood frozen in the middle of the massive sitting room, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. The space dwarfed even his own mansion....marble floors gleaming, antique furniture arranged with rigid perfection, every detail screaming power and authority.This was his parents’ mansion.His father sat calmly on the long leather couch, legs crossed, fingers steepled. His mother sat beside him, composed and elegant, her lips curved in a faint, knowing smile. Lucas, however, was standing....pacing, panicking, his hands running through his hair as his heartbeat thundered.“This is unbelievable!” he snapped, turning sharply toward them. “Why is the board meeting so sudden?”His chest rose and fell rapidly. “You promised I’d have time. Enough time to prepare.”“Yes,” his father replied coolly, his voice firm and unquestionable. “But the decision has already been finalized. There’s nothing more to discuss.”Lucas stopped pacing. “Nothing?”His mother chuckled softly, unfaz