The Dons Forbidden Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Dante’s POV “S… Serena.” The sound barely makes it past my throat. It scrapes out of me, dry and broken, like I’ve swallowed glass. The ventilator hisses beside me in a steady mechanical rhythm. Air pushes into my lungs, then leaves, the sound too loud in the quiet room. My eyelids feel like stone, but I force them open inch by inch. The Light floods my vision…white ceiling, blurred shapes, shadows moving. For a moment, I don’t know where I am. Then it comes back in fractured flashes. Gunshot… Shouting… Serena’s face over mine. My lips part again, and her name slips out once more, weaker this time. “Serena…” A figure moves quickly to my side, Marco. “Father,” he says, stepping into my line of sight. His voice is controlled, but I hear the strain beneath it. “You’re awake.” I focus on him slowly, His features sharpen. My body feels like it belongs to someone else but my mind… my mind is clearing. There are too many people in the room, Guards near the door. C

Serena’s POV“I’m not going anywhere.”Marco’s footsteps fade down the corridor, but the tension he leaves behind clings to the walls.I don’t move from Dante’s side.His arm is still wrapped around my waist, firm despite the tremor running through it. Up close, I can see how pale he is. A thin sheen of sweat has gathered at his temple. He’s pushing himself for me.“Dante,” I murmur, lowering my voice so only he can hear. “You need to let the doctor check you.”“I’m fine,” he says immediately, tightening his hold.“You’re not.”I countered immediately.The machines beside him beep steadily, but I can see the strain in his jaw. His fingers tremble slightly against my side. He won the room, he reclaimed authority but it cost him.Dr. Aris steps closer. “Sir, your vitals…”“Not now,” Dante snaps.I turn back to him, placing my hand over his chest gently. “Look at me.”He lifts his face and looks at me, the anger in his eyes softens when they meet mine.“I’m not going anywhere,” I repeat

Serena’s POV“The Don was right. You needed this.” Carlos says it quietly as we step into mall.Light floods the space from a glass ceiling three floors above us. Everything shines , the polished marble floors, mirrored storefronts, crystal chandeliers hanging like captured stars. The air smells faintly of perfume and roasted coffee. It feels unreal because Just days ago, I was underground, counting cracks in a stone wall. Now I’m standing in heels beneath cascading light, carrying a black card that could buy the entire building.My fingers tighten around my purse strap. The card rests inside it like a loaded weapon.Carlos stays two steps behind me, posture relaxed but eyes constantly scanning. He looks like a man out for an ordinary security detail. Only I know how quickly that calm can disappear.“I didn’t realize how much I needed it,” I admit.“Fresh air,” he says. “Space and People who aren’t whispering.”I let out a small breath. “I almost forgot what normal looks like.”He g

Dante’s POV“SERENA! SERENA, ANSWER ME!”The gunshot tears through the line before I even register what I’m hearing. One second I’m giving instructions, telling Carlos which exit to take, and the next there’s an explosion of sound… glass shattering, Serena screaming his name, metal twisting under force.“Carlos!” she cries, her voice high and terrified.The tires screech. The sound shifts violently, like the world itself is turning over. There’s a crushing impact, then another. The phone scrapes against something hard… My heart starts pounding so violently that I have to grip the edge of the bed to steady myself.“Serena!” I shout. “Talk to me!”All I hear is chaos and the distant blare of a horn stuck in place.Then her voice again, faint and disoriented. “Dante… I’m…”The line cuts.“Serena?” I press the phone harder to my ear as if that will force her back. “Serena!”Nothing answers me but dead air, the silence is worse than the crash and It spreads through the room, suffocating."

Camila’s POV“Camila… you need to eat, piccola. You’re wasting away.” I hear Papa’s voice before I realize that he’s in the room.The curtains are drawn tight, sealing out the light, I don’t know if it’s morning or night anymore. The air feels heavy, unmoving. A tray of food sits on my vanity where someone left it hours ago. The fruit has turned brown and the the tea is cold.I lie curled on my side, knees tucked to my chest, staring at the wall.In my hand is the small silver St. Jude medal Carlos gave me years ago. The chain is twisted from the way I keep wrapping it around my fingers. My thumb traces the worn edges over and over, as if I can rub life back into it, He said it would protect me.I close my eyes for a second and the crash comes back immediately.The gunshot, the Glass exploding inward and his body collapsing into my lap.I open my eyes again and stare at nothing.Papa walks further into the room. I can hear it in the uneven rhythm of his steps. He’s still healing, but