FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of fresh coffee drifting from the kitchen.For a moment I just lay there, listening to the sounds of Paris outside. Church bells. Distant traffic. Someone laughing on the street below. Normal sounds. Peaceful sounds.I got up and walked to the kitchen. Vincent was already dressed, reading his newspaper with an espresso cup beside him."Morning," he said without looking up. "Coffee's ready. Croissants are from the bakery down the street. Still warm."I poured myself a cup and grabbed a croissant. "What are we doing today?""We aren't doing anything." Vincent folded his newspaper and looked at me. "You are. I have meetings all day. Business calls I've been putting off. You have Paris to yourself until dinner."My stomach dropped slightly. "Alone?""Alone. No me. No phone. No one telling you where to go or what to do. Just you and the city." He stood and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair. "There's a map on the

I was still standing on the bridge twenty minutes later when my phone rang in my bag.I'd forgotten I even had it in my purse. I sure didn't turn it on myself, but somehow it came on probably when I was fiddling for something in my purse.The screen showed eighty-seven missed calls. Sixty-three text messages. And right now, Julian's name flashing across the display.My finger hovered over the decline button.Then I answered."Hello?""Thank God." Julian's voice was rough. Desperate. "Elena, where the fuck have you been? I've been calling for three days. I thought something happened to you.""I told you I needed space. I asked you not to call.""You asked for a week. It's been three days and you disappeared completely. Your phone was off. Vincent stopped answering my messages. What was I supposed to think?"I leaned against the bridge railing. "You were supposed to trust me.""Trust you? You left the country with a man we barely know, turned off your phone, and expect me to just sit her

The café was busy. Tourists sipping espresso, locals reading newspapers, the constant hum of French conversation mixing with the sounds of traffic from the street.I sat at a table near the window, Vincent beside me, and my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee I hadn't touched.1:58 PM.Two minutes until Silas arrived.Two minutes until everything changed."You okay?" Vincent asked quietly."No. But I'm here." I looked at him. "Thank you. Thank you for coming with me.""I told you I would." His hand covered mine briefly. "Remember, you're in control here, not him, and no matter what he says or how he says it, you're the one with the power to decide."I nodded, not trusting my voice.At exactly 2 PM, a black car pulled up outside. The door opened, and Silas stepped out.He looked the same. Perfectly tailored suit. Controlled expression. That calm, calculated presence that made every room feel smaller.But there was something different about him too, something in the tightness around his

I walked for hours.No destination. No plan. Just moving through Paris while my mind spun in circles.Silas's words kept replaying. I love you. That's not going to change just because you leave.Julian's voice from yesterday. I can't do this without you.Vincent's quiet honesty. I'm in love with you.Three men. Three different versions of love. Three impossible choices.I found myself at a small park, sat on a bench, and pulled out my phone. Stared at the banking app showing fifty thousand dollars I hadn't earned, money that was supposed to buy my freedom but somehow made everything more complicated.My phone vibrated. A text from an unknown number.Unknown: It's Thomas. Mr. Kingston asked me to ensure you received the transfer. Confirmed on my end. The funds are yours, no conditions. He meant what he said.I typed back quickly.Me: Why is he doing this? Really?Thomas: Because he realizes he's losing you. And he'd rather lose you knowing he gave you a real choice than lose you becaus

I woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the feeling of Vincent's arm draped across my waist.For a moment I just lay there, processing. Last night had happened. I'd slept with Vincent. I'd told him I loved him. I'd chosen to stay.Holy shit.Vincent stirred behind me, pulling me closer. His mouth found my shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there."Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep."Morning.""Regrets?"I thought about it. Really thought about it. "No. You?""Not even close." He turned me to face him. His hair was messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, and he looked absolutely perfect. "How are you feeling?""Terrified. But sure. Does that make sense?""Complete sense." He brushed hair away from my face. "You need to call them today.""I know.""Do you want me there when you do?"I shook my head. "I need to do this alone. They deserve that much."Vincent nodded. "Okay. But I'm here if you need me."We lay there for a while longer, neither of us wanting