On The Wrong Bed; The Twin Brother's Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

♦♦♦♦Eleanor dragged herself out of bed slowly, her body weak in a way that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the night she had just survived. Her muscles ached pleasantly, her thighs sore, her waist stiff, and her lips still faintly swollen. The bedsheets slipped off her naked skin as she stood, the cool morning air brushing against her sensitive body and sending faint shivers across her spine.She walked toward the bathroom in slow steps, her fingers trailing along the wall for balance, as if she were still caught between exhaustion and memory.The warm water had done nothing to wash away the memories of last night. Now, standing in front of the full-length mirror, she stared at her reflection in silence.Her body was covered in bites.Marks of possession.Marks of sin.Dark bruises bloomed across her collarbone, trailing down her chest and disappearing beneath the towel wrapped around her. The most obvious ones rested on her neck...angry, reddish-purple marks i

♦♦♦♦ Her voice was not loud. Yet it struck harder than any scream. Vanessa froze instantly. The single order carried authority, cold and absolute, leaving no room for argument. The entire living room seemed to still with her. Eleanor turned away from Vanessa as if she were nothing more than an object and began walking toward Mr. Hale. Her beige tailored suit hugged her slim figure perfectly, the clean lines emphasizing her straight posture and unwavering confidence. Her nude heels clicked softly against the marble floor, each step echoing with quiet dominance. Her shoulder-length hair rested neatly against her jaw, framing a face that was calm, beautiful, and terrifyingly composed. She stopped beside Mr. Hale’s wheelchair and faced Vanessa again, her expression sharpening. “The Hale family sponsored you since you were a child,” Eleanor said slowly, her voice smooth but cutting. “They fed you. Educate you. Gave you a circle of friends worth associating with. Yet you didn

♦♦♦♦ A slow grin spread across his face, dark amusement dancing in his eyes as he stepped forward, his gaze fixed entirely on Eleanor. “Bravo,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “Sister-in-law is quite impressive, isn’t she, Mrs. Hale?” He let out a low, mocking laugh, the sound rich with provocation and something far more dangerous. No one dared to question him. No one dared to speak. Eleanor stood tall and unmoving, her spine straight, her chin slightly lifted, watching Lewis as he walked toward her with slow, unhurried grace. Every step he took carried weight. Authority. Danger. It was as if the entire mansion belonged to him, as if the air itself parted to make way for his presence. His dark coat swayed lightly behind him, his sharp eyes never leaving her face, openly embracing her presence without hesitation, without shame. Lucas noticed. Of course he noticed. His jaw tightened instantly, his fingers curling into fists at his sides as something dark

♦♦♦♦ Vanessa froze. Her body stiffened as though the air itself had turned to ice around her. Her fingers clenched tightly at her sides, nails digging into her palms until they burned, leaving faint white crescents in their wake. Humiliation and fury collided within her chest, each pulse pounding like a drum of anger and disbelief. Her lips parted slightly, almost as if she wanted to speak, to defend herself, to articulate the storm raging in her mind... but no sound came. Her throat tightened painfully, and a wave of unshed tears stung her eyes, yet she refused to let them fall. She would not cry in front of him again. Not after everything. Not after Eleanor. He wouldn’t care. Her jaw tightened until the muscles ached. Every instinct screamed at her to retaliate, to strike, to demand answers... but reason, or perhaps shame, kept her silent. Without a word, she spun sharply on her heel. The sharp sound of her heels striking the polished marble floor echoed in the hushed room, each ec

♦♦♦♦The drive was silent, but the atmosphere inside the car burned with a dangerous heat that made Eleanor’s skin feel too tight for her body. Lewis kept reaching out, his fingers brushing against her thigh, her knee, the edge of her skirt, as if he couldn’t help himself. Every time she turned to glare at him, she caught him already watching her, his eyes dark and shameless, throwing slow, sinful glances at her like he was undressing her piece by piece. The corner of his lips tilted upward in a knowing smirk, and it made her stomach twist with anger....and something she refused to name.“Lewis, stop…” Eleanor snapped under her breath, slapping his hand away sharply and adjusting her skirt back into place, her fingers trembling slightly despite her effort to appear composed.“I know it’s about the other day, but it won’t happen again,” Eleanor continued through clenched teeth, forcing herself to face forward even though she could feel his gaze crawling over her skin. “I’m getting marr