My Billionaire Bodyguard のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

~AIDEN~The room felt suffocating.I stood by the far wall, hands tucked into my pockets as I watched Mr. Anderson pace back and forth like a man on the edge of losing everything. His footsteps were sharp against the marble floor, each turn more agitated than the last, his breathing uneven, his eyes wild with a kind of desperation I had never seen in him before.It wasn’t just anger anymore.It was fear.And that alone was enough to make my stomach tighten.For days now, things had been spiraling, each problem stacking on top of the other until it felt like we were standing on unstable ground that could give way at any moment. The key was gone, Isla was missing, and no matter how many men he sent out, no matter how many contacts he called in, there had been no progress.Nothing.Mr. Anderson hated not being in control.And now, it was showing.“Useless!” he snapped suddenly, his voice echoing through the room as he turned sharply. “All of you are completely useless!”No one responded.

~SERENA~I hadn’t expected my first real week at Pierce Holdings to feel like I was back in high school.Petty looks. Whispered conversations. Forced smiles that never reached the eyes.It was exhausting.That morning started like every other—me trying. I walked into the fashion department with a small smile, greeting the people I had already memorized by name, hoping that maybe, just maybe, today would be different.“Good morning,” I said lightly as I approached a table where three girls were gathered around a set of sketches.One of them—Tara, I think—glanced up briefly. “Morning.”Her tone was polite enough, but flat. Dismissive.I leaned slightly, trying to see the design. “That silhouette is really nice. The waistline detail—did you structure it with boning or—”“It’s already been handled,” another girl cut in quickly, not even looking at me.“Oh,” I murmured, straightening. “I was just asking.”“We know,” Tara replied, her lips curving into a tight smile. “We’ve just… moved past

~SERENA~By the time I stepped out of the fashion department building, I already knew he would be there.He had been there every single day.Waiting.Like it was routine.Like it was his job.And somehow, that only made things worse.Sure enough, the moment I walked past the glass doors, my eyes landed on him—leaning casually against his car, phone in hand, completely unbothered by the stares he was getting from literally everyone walking by.Including my colleagues.I didn’t have to look behind me to know they were watching.I could feel it.“Of course he’s here again…”“She really has him wrapped around her finger…”“I told you, she’s not normal.”Their voices from earlier echoed faintly in my head, and I suppressed a sigh as I walked toward him.Louis looked up the moment he sensed me, his expression softening immediately.“Hey,” he said, pushing himself off the car.I forced a small smile. “Hi.”He stepped closer, like he always did, like there was no hesitation in him at all, his

~ISLA~The moment the door to Serena’s apartment closed behind us, the tension I had been holding in finally started to unravel.Her space always felt different—warmer, quieter, like the world couldn’t reach me here. Maybe that was why I didn’t even try to hold it together this time.She led me to the couch, her hand still wrapped around mine, and the second I sat down, I felt the weight of everything press down on me all over again.Serena didn’t rush me.She slipped off her heels, tucked one leg under herself, and turned toward me fully, her expression soft but focused.“Start from the beginning,” she said gently.I let out a slow breath, staring down at my hands for a moment before I began.“It didn’t just start today,” I admitted. “I think… I think it’s been building for a while.”She didn’t interrupt, just nodded slightly, urging me to continue.“I told you about Stacy, right?” I asked.Her brows pulled together. “The one at the café?”I nodded. “Yeah. That day changed something

~ISLA~I stood there for a moment after the words left my mouth, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag as the silence between us stretched in a way that made my chest feel tight.“We need to talk.”It sounded calmer than I felt, steadier than the storm building inside me, but there was no taking it back now. Jaxon didn’t respond immediately. His gaze stayed on me a second too long, like he was trying to measure how serious I was, like maybe he was hoping this was something small he could brush off and move past. It wasn’t.Without a word, he turned and walked into the living room, lowering himself onto the couch with a quiet exhale. The familiarity of the movement unsettled me. It was too normal, too casual, like nothing had changed between us, like I hadn’t spent the entire day trying to make sense of the distance growing between us.I followed him more slowly this time, my steps heavier, my thoughts louder, and sat across from him. The space between us felt wider than it