THE HEIRESS'S REBIRTH:REBORN AS A THORN IN MY HUSBAND'S PATH のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Derek's POV "Choice two, Derek. Please. Just.... don't show them. Don't let them see me like that."Katherine's voice was a broken whisper. Her face was streaked with mascara and genuine terror. She looked small, huddled on the floor of the VIP booth and clutching her chest as if the fabric would shield her from the judgement of the entire club.I didn't feel an ounce of pity. I looked down at her with my hands shoved in my pockets. In my mind, I had already made the arrangements. I wasn't wicked enough to put a woman in jail for one year, I had no prove yet of her involvement in Mr Hawthorne's murder. She would just be locked up in cell for about a week no more than that. "Take her out of here," I told the officers, my voice flat. "I will come to the station to sign the formal complaint privately." As the officers pulled her up and began to lead her away, she stopped right beside me. For a second, the fear in her eyes vanished, replaced by a jagged, ugly spite."Don't be so cocky,

Michelle’s POVI am officially the worst sister in the history of siblings. Seriously, I should have my Best Sister trophy, the one I bought for myself because Derek is too stingy with compliments, confiscated and melted down into emergency tweezers.I should have stayed at the estate. I should have been lounging by the pool, judging Derek’s questionable taste in limestone tiles, or annoying Silas until he gave me a free Botox voucher. Instead, I was sitting in the back of a black SUV that smelled like Derek’s overbearing protective energy, watching the manicured streets of Vegas melt into the red dust and jagged chaos of the slums.Beside me, Rose was like a statue. Not the cool museum kind, but the kind that looks like it might crumble if you breathe on it. She hadn't spoken since we left the gates. She was dressed simply, but in this neighborhood, she still stood out. Her skin was too clear, and her clothes looked like woven diamonds compared to the surroundings. We didn’t just loo

Derek's POV I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she had looked at the spoon.It was a ridiculous thing to fixate on, but as I stood in the kitchen staring at the empty ceramic bowl, the image was burned into my mind.Rose, tucked under the heavy duvet, her pale skin looking like translucent silk in the lamplight, taking that first sip of the broth I had spent an hour making. I wasn't a man who liked the kitchen, but seeing her throat move as she swallowed, seeing a ghost of color return to her cheeks because of something I had provided... it hit me harder than any billion-dollar merger ever had.I had watched her eat in silence, my chest tight with a protective heat I didn't have a name for yet. She was so fragile, a girl made of glass and old secrets, and yet, she was the only thing in this house that felt alive.The vibration of my phone against the marble counter shattered the moment like a gunshot.I didn't recognize the number, but I knew the area code. It was the precinct. M

Rose’s POVThe air between us was so thick it felt like trying to breathe through a fever. Derek’s fingers were still dug into the small of my back, his thumb exerting just enough pressure on my jaw to keep my world narrowed down to the storm in his light brown eyes. "Ehm, ehmm."The sound hit the balcony like a bucket of cold water. We jumped apart, the friction of our clothes against each other sounding like a thunderclap in the sudden silence. I scrambled to smooth the front of my dress, my face burning with heat.Michelle was leaning against the doorframe, a wicked, knowing giggle escaping her lips. "Should we leave the house for you guys? I can take the team to a hotel if you need the space."Derek didn't look at her. He didn't look at me either. He just cleared his throat, adjusting his cufflinks with an awkward, stiff precision that screamed of a man who had been caught doing something he couldn't explain.Without a word, he brushed past Michelle and vanished into the shadows

Silas’s POVThe last thing I remember thinking was that I really needed to tell Derek about his betrothed. I haven't had any chance with Rose saga and damn what kind of son doesn't speak with his father? Derek honestly needed to give his old man a chance, I wondered how Derek would feel with this fiance's news. As soon as I tell him, I would go on vacation. The least thing I wanted was to be caught in the crossfire between a father and son.I was standing in the hospital parking garage, staring down at my light blue surgical scrubs. They were supposed to be sterile and crisp, but after a twelve hour shift, they were smeared with grease and dried hospital coffee. I was actually wondering if I should tell him the news myself, or just tell Michelle to relay the message. Maybe our new friend, Rose could do it for me.I never got to finish the thought.There wasn't some cool action-movie warning. No screeching tires. Just a sudden, heavy shadow and a crack against the base of my skull th