Married by Fate, Broken by Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Aliya's POVFor a while, we didn’t move.Not because we didn’t know what to do next.But because there was no urgency.No pressure to rush into anything beyond what we already had at that moment.I rested against him, my head tucked lightly beneath his chin, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.It was strange how something so simple could feel so unfamiliar.So… safe.My fingers traced absent patterns against the fabric of his shirt, slow and unintentional, like my body had relaxed before my mind had fully caught up.“Where did you go?” Dylan murmured.I blinked slightly, realizing I had drifted again.“Nowhere.”“You keep saying that.”“Because it’s easier than explaining.”“Try anyway.”I let out a quiet breath, shifting just enough to look up at him.“I was thinking about how… normal this feels.”“And that’s surprising?”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because nothing about this situation is normal,” I said. “And yet… this part of it is.”His hand moved slightly at my waist, thumb brush

Aliya's POV I stood in front of the huge painting of Dylan that stood out in the living room. His deep, dark eyes stared at me in a solemn manner, as if he were peering into my soul. It almost felt as though the painting was alive, until I felt Leo run past me, bumping lightly into my side.“Where is my room?” I heard him ask in the distance.“Down here, come,” came the voice of the woman Leo had introduced to me as the housekeeper.My mind drifted to how crazy all of this was. This felt like something I might regret, because we had gotten married out of convenience. I needed a father for my son, and he needed a wife because his parents were on his neck. I could barely believe they had stopped him from working the week before our wedding.I used to think things like that only happened in movies until I somehow became one of the characters in one.I suddenly felt a presence behind me.It was quiet, but as it grew closer, I could feel his warm breath fan against my neck. He didn’t touc

Dylan's POVThe silence after the kiss wasn’t empty. It was… full. It was not heavy like before nor was it tense.Just quiet in a way that made everything feel sharper, the sound of her breathing, the faint rustle of fabric as she shifted slightly, the warmth of her still lingering far too close to mine.Aliya didn’t move away immediately, neither did I. Her hand was still resting against my chest, her fingers curled slightly like she hadn’t decided whether to pull back or stay. I didn’t rush her, didn’t break it because something about that moment felt fragile like if I moved too quickly, it would disappear.“You’re staring,” she murmured, her voice was softer now, less guarded.“I am,” I admitted.“That’s not helping.”“With what?”“With me trying to think straight.” A faint smile tugged at my lips.“Do you want to think straight?” She let out a small breath that almost sounded like a laugh.“No,” she said honestly. “That’s the problem.” That made something shift in my chest. It wa

Dylan's POVI didn’t sleep in my room that night. I told myself I would. After everything that had happened, it would have made sense to step back, to give her space, to let things settle into something easier to manage.But sometime after midnight, when the house had gone quiet and the silence stretched too long, I found myself standing outside Leo’s door. I didn’t knock. I just pushed it open slightly.The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the night lamp. Leo was sprawled across the bed, one arm thrown over the pillow, his breathing deep and steady. Aliya was lying beside him, not fully asleep, I could tell.Her eyes were closed, but her breathing wasn’t even. One of her hands rested lightly on Leo’s back, like she needed to feel him there. For a moment, I just stood there..This wasn’t something I was used to. Not the quiet, not the warmth, not the sense that something in this house actually mattered beyond business and routine. I stepped in slowly, careful not to make no

Dylan's POVBy the third night, it stopped feeling like something had just happened. The first time had been easy to explain away, because Leo couldn’t sleep and Aliya had stayed with him, and I simply didn’t see a reason to leave. The second night carried less logic behind it, but there was still enough room to pretend it wasn’t intentional, as we were both still holding onto the idea that this arrangement had boundaries. Tonight, however, there was no excuse left to hide behind, no reason that could make it seem accidental. Leo had gone to bed early, the house had fallen into a steady quiet, and yet I still found myself walking toward his room without questioning it, like I had already decided long before I got there.When I stepped inside, Aliya was sitting at the edge of the bed, her body angled slightly toward Leo as her fingers moved slowly through his hair in a calm, repetitive motion. The soft light from the bedside lamp settled over her, catching the quiet focus on her face,