HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

[The Martyr's Trial]The silence of the St. Claire estate was louder than the sirens had ever been. It was a sterile, suffocating quiet, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock in the hallway. Ivy sat on the edge of the velvet-draped bed in her childhood room—a room that felt like a museum dedicated to a girl who had died in the mountains months ago.She was wrapped in a silk robe, but she couldn't stop shivering. The Phase Three serum was retreating from her system, leaving a hollowed-out exhaustion in its wake that felt like lead in her marrow. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the viscous fluid of the lab against her skin and saw Dante’s face as he was shoved into the chemical slush.A soft knock at the door made her flinch. Arthur entered, carrying a tray with tea and a small, silver

[The Second Buyer]The interior of the sedan smelled of leather and ozone. Ivy sat rigid, her wrists chafed by the steel of the handcuffs, watching the flickering streetlights of the city blur into long, weeping lines of amber. The man beside her, the one with the silver crescent moon pin on his lapel, hadn’t spoken a word. He didn’t need to. The predatory stillness of his posture told her everything: she hadn't been rescued by the law. She had been intercepted by the competition.Arthur’s "Public Ruin" had been too successful. By dragging Dante’s experiments into the light, he hadn’t just destroyed a man; he had advertised a product. And in the world of the Trust, a product as volatile as the "Resonance" didn't stay on the shelf for long."Where are you taking me?" Ivy asked, her voice raspy from the bruisi

[The Owner's Debt]The sound of the silver helicopters wasn’t a roar; it was a high-frequency whine that vibrated in the marrow of Ivy’s bones, a predatory hum that signaled the arrival of something ancient and absolute. The searchlights were so bright they didn't just illuminate the warehouse—they stripped it of its secrets, turning the shadows into stark, jagged geometry.Dante’s hand was a vice around Ivy’s waist, pulling her flush against his side. She could feel the tremors running through him—not of weakness, but of a man realizing the cage he’d fought so hard to break was merely a cell within a much larger prison. The "Monster of the Alps" was gone; in his place stood a man facing his makers."The Owners," Ivy whispered, the words tasting like copper. "You mean the Tr

 Here it is. I’m handing you back to your father. He’s a broken man now, but he’s still a St. Claire. You’ll go back to your silk sheets and your empty life. And I... I’m going to stay with the people who actually understand the value of my mind.""You're lying," Ivy whispered, her voice cracking. "Dante, look at me. You said I was yours. You said you’d find me in every life!""I said a lot of things to keep you compliant," he countered, leaning down until his face was inches from hers. The smell of smoke and salt was still there, but the warmth was gone. "The obsession was a tool, Ivy. A way to focus the Resonance. But now? Now the noise is too loud. I’m done with the static."The helicopter descended, but not toward the North Sea. It veered back toward the cit

[The Heartbeat of the Void]The ballroom was no longer a room; it was a riot of static and screaming. The smell of ozone from the burst stage lights mingled with the expensive, cloying perfume of the horrified elite. Ivy felt the hands of her father’s security detail bruising her arms, dragging her backward into the shadows of the velvet curtains, but her eyes were locked on the small, glowing screen held by the man with the silver moon pin.On that screen, Dante was dying.It wasn't a clean death. It was a neurological flaying. His body, usually a temple of rigid control and predatory grace, was convulsing on the floor of The Apex. His fingers were clawed into the obsidian floor, his back arching in a silent, agonizing scream. The "