Sold To A Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The gunshot cracked through the room.Amelia didn’t even realize she was screaming until her throat burned and her voice broke apart. Her entire world narrowed to one horrifying image—Lawson’s finger pulling the trigger, his eyes locked on her with pure, unfiltered hatred.Then—Another shot rang out.Then another.Then chaos.Lawson’s body jerked violently as bullets tore into him from multiple directions. He staggered backward, shock flickering across his face for the first time since he’d stepped into the room.“No—” he snarled, firing blindly as officers surged forward.Amelia threw herself over Maxwell instinctively, shielding him with her body as gunfire erupted around them. She felt the heat of bullets tearing through the air, heard glass shatter and metal scream, smelled smoke and blood and panic.“AMELIA!” Sophie shouted somewhere behind her.Lawson stumbled again, blood blooming across his chest, staining his pristine suit. He dropped to one knee—but even then, he refused to

“Don’t move.”The gun pressed closer to Amelia’s face, cold and merciless. Her heart hammered violently as she stared into the masked man’s eyes, her mind racing faster than her breath.“Sophie,” Amelia whispered, terror clawing up her throat.Sophie struggled against the man restraining her, fear flashing across her face. “Amelia—don’t do anything.”The man holding the gun smiled beneath the mask, clearly enjoying the power. “Your friend will be fine—as long as you cooperate.”Amelia slowly raised her hands, her body trembling. “You said my father sent you.”“Yes,” the man replied calmly. “Mr. Philip Tate.”Amelia shook her head weakly. “You’re lying.”The man tilted his head. “He’s waiting.”He gestured toward the door.Amelia’s pulse roared in her ears. Her father’s face flashed in her mind—tired eyes, shaking hands, broken pride. The man who had begged her to marry Lawson to save them.That man could never—“Move,” the gunman snapped.Amelia swallowed and stepped forward, forcing

The black SUV doors slammed shut behind Amelia with a finality that echoed in her bones.No blindfold. No restraints.That alone told her everything.They weren’t afraid she’d run.They were confident she wouldn’t survive if she tried.The vehicle pulled away smoothly, Los Angeles blurring past the tinted windows. Amelia sat stiffly in the leather seat, one hand resting protectively over her stomach, the other clenched into a fist so tight her nails bit into her palm. Fear churned inside her, but she refused to let it show. Fear was currency. And she was done paying with it.Her phone vibrated once in her coat pocket.A single message.UNKNOWN: You have fifteen minutes to reconsider.She didn’t reply.The SUV slowed and turned, then descended into an underground facility hidden beneath what looked like an ordinary office complex. Steel doors opened. Closed. The sound sealed her fate behind her.They escorted her out—four men, silent, armed, efficient. She walked between them with her

“Don’t look back.”Maxwell’s voice was firm, urgent, cutting through the roar of sirens and helicopters behind them. His hand stayed locked around Amelia’s as the car tore through the dark streets of Los Angeles, tires screaming as they turned sharply at every corner.Amelia still looked back.The facility burned behind them, flames licking the night sky, smoke curling upward like a warning. Lawson Reynolds had walked out of that fire alive.Again.Her heart wouldn’t stop pounding.“He’s not done,” she said hoarsely.Maxwell tightened his grip. “I know.”The driver—Donald—glanced at them through the rearview mirror, his face pale but focused. “We’ve got ten minutes before every federal agency realizes she’s gone. After that, there’s nowhere safe in this city.”Amelia swallowed hard. “My father?”“Already on a plane,” Donald replied. “Out of the country. New identity. He’s safe.”Relief flickered briefly—then vanished.“And Lawson?” Amelia asked.Donald didn’t answer immediately.“That

The sirens grew louder.Closer and Real.Amelia’s legs gave out beneath her.Maxwell caught her just in time, his arms tightening around her as the weight of everything crashed down at once—the gunshot, the fall, the message, the impossible truth that Lawson Reynolds might still be alive.“Focus,” Maxwell whispered urgently into her hair. “Stay with me.”She clutched his shirt, breath shallow. “The body is gone.”His jaw tightened. “I know.”Footsteps thundered outside the penthouse. Shouts echoed through the corridor. Security. Police. People who would ask questions neither of them could answer without losing everything.Maxwell pulled her away from the balcony. “We can’t be here when they come in.”“Run?” Amelia whispered, disbelief lacing her voice. “After everything?”“Yes,” Maxwell said firmly. “For now.”Donald’s voice crackled through the earpiece. Service elevator. East wing. You have sixty seconds.Maxwell grabbed Amelia’s coat and guided her toward the back hallway. Her body