DARK DIAMOND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

“The Blackwood Academy — a place where elites connect to elites, and the rich get richer.”♣️ ETHAN ♣️“Are you sure you’re good?” Marlene asked, concerned.“Yes, I’m fine. Want to spend the night at my place?” I teased, and she laughed.“You’re trying to get yourself killed, right?” she shot back, smiling.“What’s the worst that could happen? Caspian or Thane coming after me for daring to touch their sister?” I said, and she chuckled.“Their fists might do the talking instead,” she teased, and we both laughed.“They’re so protective of you, one would think they didn’t date anyone,” I teased.“You can say that again,” she replied.“So… what are your plans?” I asked, curious.“The biggest show of my career is coming up in a few weeks. It’s going to be a total comeback for all of us, and I’m excited,” she said.“Wait… what?” I asked.“It’s the show with the flames. It scares me a little,” she admitted, smiling.“You can always be my dance partner if you’re worried about getting hurt,” I

“The Blackwood Academy—a place where elites connect to elites, and the rich get richer.” ♠️ RUBY “You have completely lost it! Let me go!” Ruby shouted, her voice echoing in the car. “Caspian, have you no shame? What exactly do you think you’re trying to prove by doing all of this? That I’m weak and can’t find my way back home? I don’t need you!” But he didn’t say anything. That was one of the things she hated most about Caspian—his ability to remain calm no matter what she said or did. He simply didn’t care. His phone rang. He answered in German, speaking fluently to the person on the other end. He was fluent in at least six languages—something she used to find attractive. Stop thinking about what makes him attractive, her mind warned. Remember he is up to no good. Ruby didn’t want to go anywhere with Caspian. It was one thing to despise him, and another to set boundaries with an ex-lover, especially because she feared she might fall back into his bed. She didn’t want to be his

“The Blackwood Academy—a place where elites connect to elites, and the rich get richer.”♠️ MARLENE“Mom, please… don’t do this to us. I’m begging you,” I cried as they pushed her into the theatre.Everything felt like a bad dream. We found her car in a terrible position. Mom was bleeding and unconscious when we found her.I stayed with her the entire time. It felt like I was about to lose my mind.“What’s going on? Where’s Mother?” Miguel asked as he appeared in the hospital.Hans and Liam were already there. Everyone looked devastated by the news.“Miguel, I’m so sorry,” I cried as I moved into his arms.He looked numb.Caspian and Thane came out after handling the media outside the hospital. We needed to ensure they let us have our privacy.“Who was that in the video?” Caspian asked angrily.“Marlene, I’m talking to you,” he snapped, noticing how uncomfortable I looked.“I know Mom and I are close, but…” I trailed off.“Out with it, if you have the information, Marlene. It’s not go

“The Blackwood Academy – a place where Elites connect to Elites and the rich gets richer.”♠️ MARLENE ♠️“You can’t miss the show, Marlene. It’s very important,” Clara said, stepping closer.I didn’t turn from the floor-to-ceiling window.“I know a lot has happened in your family lately,” my personal assistant continued carefully as she stepped fully into the room, a chilled bottle of water in her hand. “But you must understand that your career cannot take the fall for it.”I scoffed softly when the words dropped.Career.As if it wasn’t already bleeding from my mother’s disgrace and my father’s careless announcement.Clara placed the water on the vanity and tapped her tablet. “Your fitting is in an hour. The show is in three days. After that, you and Mr. Raheem will be making a joint appearance at the Al-Hassan wedding tonight.”A wedding.I finally turned, my dark eyes sharp. “A wedding?”“Yes,” Clara said. “The media is spiraling after your father announced the engagement. They wan

It was dark when Georgia was brought in through the service entrance, the car’s headlights cut before it reached the driveway.A blanket was pulled over her head.Her body still ached from the hospital. Not the physical pain—that was manageable—but the kind of exhaustion that came from surviving too much for too long.Inside the mansion, the air smelled the same. A maid reached for her arm. Georgia shook her head.“I can walk.”And she did, slowly, steadily, each step echoing in the hallway. Mr. Black was waiting in the study.He stood near the fireplace, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. He looked irritated, not worried.The sight of him hardened something inside her that had been soft for years.“Georgia,” he said, as if testing the word. “You should be resting.”She didn’t answer.Instead, she reached into her coat and pulled out a thick envelope.The sound it made when she slammed it against his chest was sharp. It made Black curious.“Wha