On The Wrong Bed; The Twin Brother's Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

♦♦♦♦The atmosphere in the company was in complete turmoil. Whispers floated through the halls, hushed yet frantic, as every employee was already aware that something monumental had happened. The news channels were buzzing nonstop with the Hale family scandal...headlines flashing, reporters speculating, truths and lies tangled together.Lewis stepped out of the elevator, his stride calm and unhurried, his expression unreadable. His gaze was fixed on the figure marching toward him with unmistakable fury.Then he stopped.The woman approaching him was trembling with rage, her heels striking the marble floor sharply.“How could you bring your filthy legs here?!” his mother snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.Lewis raised an eyebrow slightly, unimpressed.“Mrs. Hale seems to be angry,” he said coolly. “Not a good day for discussion. Call me if you need anything.”He moved to walk past her, dismissing her existence entirely...but it didn’t end there. His mother lunged forward and

♦♦♦♦Back inside the hospital…Eleanor stood quietly behind Lucas as he received Vanessa’s call, her fingers lightly clasped together in front of her as if she were bracing herself. Her expression was calm, almost too calm, but her eyes never left his face.“Babe, what’s wrong?” she asked softly, deliberately gentle, just loud enough to pull his attention from the call.“Lewis is crossing his boundaries!” Lucas snapped into the phone, his jaw tightening as irritation crept into his voice.He turned around with a strained, sour expression. “Vanessa...” he started to say, but Eleanor flinched immediately, her shoulders jerking as she took a small step back. The movement was subtle, yet exaggerated enough for Lucas to notice.“What is it, Eleanor?” he asked worriedly, ending the call as he moved closer to her. His brows furrowed in concern. She shook her head quickly, forcing a weak smile as though it were nothing, but Lucas wasn’t convinced. He could never ignore her like that.“Is she

♦♦♦♦“Shush!” He covered her mouth immediately, easing her body.He caught her easily, pinning her onto the cold table.And then he whispered the words that froze her more than the pain.“Bold,” he rasped, gripping her feet. “But clumsy.”“Don’t rush,” he breathed against her ear, his hand sliding down her throat. “Lesson one starts now.”“Nicholas, what are you doing!” she thrashed, but he overpowered her with insulting ease, his bloodied palm smearing crimson against her skin.“You will know soon. But at least I am not letting you go until I teach you a good lesson for this,” he mumbled, as he used his hand to rub the wound, staining his palm.She looked away, trying to avoid the sight of the wound, the pain she was feeling, but what he did next made her turn toward him. She could feel his fingers playing on her cl*t.“Nic…” she moaned. She couldn’t finish her words as he continued teasing her pussy. She couldn’t fight against him because her hands were held down with just one of hi

♦♦♦♦Eleanor entered her room hurriedly, closing the door behind her with more force than necessary. She leaned against it for a brief second, chest rising and falling unevenly, as if she had been holding her breath the entire walk upstairs. Using every excuse her mind could manufacture, she had avoided Lucas all the way back....his questions, his nearness, his familiar habit of asserting control in ways that still made her skin crawl.“Such a relief…” she sighed, finally allowing herself to sink onto the edge of the bed.The silence of the room wrapped around her like a fragile shield. Yet even in that quiet, her thoughts were anything but calm. She hated herself for it… truly hated the truth she refused to voice, but she had always felt more at ease around Lewis. It made no sense. It was unreasonable. Dangerous, even.Lucas’s presence suffocated her like a ticking time bomb, every word loaded, every touch a warning disguised as affection. With Lewis, it was different. Around him, sh

♦♦♦♦Lewis strode toward his office with long, angry steps. The hour was late, the building mostly silent, but sleep was the last thing on his mind. He needed work...numbers, documents, something cold and logical...to clear his head before his rage consumed him entirely. Vanessa’s audacity replayed in his mind like a broken record, her trembling act, her calculated lies, the way she had dared to use Eleanor’s name so casually.He pushed the door open and shut it behind him with a sharp click.The office lights flickered on, illuminating the familiar space. Lewis loosened his tie slightly, jaw clenched, then dropped heavily into his chair. He pulled a stack of documents toward himself, flipping through them with mechanical precision. Ink and paper blurred together, his focus fractured.Then doubt crept in.Slow. Unwanted. Persistent.What if Vanessa wasn’t entirely wrong?His fingers stilled.Is it even possible for Eleanor to know… and still remain that calm? He leaned back, staring a