The CEO'S Forgotten Promise のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Sara M. Salvatore“You’re serious about this?” I whispered, my fingers clenching so tightly around the warm porcelain cup that I feared it might crack. Across the sleek marble kitchen island, Kingsley met my gaze without flinching.“Dead serious,” he replied, his deep voice steady but laced with quiet intensity. His sharp eyes searched mine, as if he could see every crack forming in my soul.Soft morning light spilled through the tall windows, painting the room in golden hues, yet it did nothing to chase away the shadows twisting inside me. I hadn’t slept. Every time my eyes closed, Aurora’s face haunted me… then Elly’s… then the two of them, tangled together in a nightmare I couldn’t escape.“I feel ridiculous,” I admitted, my voice barely above a breath as shame burned my cheeks. “What kind of mother even thinks this?”Kingsley rose from his chair in one fluid motion, powerful and protective, rounding the island like a man on a mission. “The kind who’s been through hell and is fight

Amanda Salvatore“Shh, baby, what’s gotten into you?” I whispered, bouncing Aurora gently on my hip as she fussed for the third time that afternoon.The second the words left my mouth, my phone lit up on the coffee table with a new notification. A gossip blog post popped up ...a blurry but unmistakable photo of Sara pushing Elly in a stroller, Kingsley smiling beside her like the perfect husband. The headline read: “Sara Salvatore’s picture-perfect family life“.The moment Aurora heard Sara’s name mentioned in the voice-over of the video, she stopped crying instantly. Her little body relaxed against me, and those big eyes locked onto the screen with pure, peaceful fascination. A soft, happy coo bubbled from her lips ...the kind she never gave me so easily.My heart twisted painfully.“There you go again,” I muttered, staring down at her. “Every single time Sara appears, you turn into a little angel. What about me, huh? I’m the one who carries you, feeds you, stays up all night with yo

The Next Day In Pemberton cityTom McCarthy“No. You’re not going.”Tom’s voice was calm, almost gentle, but it left no room for argument. He stood by the tall windows of the penthouse, hands in his pockets, watching Amanda with that unreadable expression that always made her stomach tighten.Amanda froze in the middle of the living room, Aurora balanced on her hip. “It’s just a lunch with my sister, Tom. Two hours. In a public place. What could possibly....”“Public places have eyes,” he cut in smoothly, turning to face her fully. His gaze softened as he crossed the room, but the possessiveness burned underneath like banked coals. He reached out and took Aurora from her arms, cradling the baby against his chest with surprising tenderness. “After everything that’s happened… I won’t risk either of you. Sara’s been watching too closely lately. I can feel it.”Amanda’s lips parted, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. “You really think she’d try something?”“I know she would.” Tom

Sara M. SalvatoreI couldn’t get Amanda’s voice out of my head.The way she had snapped at me on the phone ... defensive, almost scared ... kept replaying on a loop. Every sharp word, every awkward pause, every time she mentioned Aurora calming down at the sound of my voice. It wasn’t normal. None of this was normal.I sat on the edge of our king-sized bed, staring at the baby monitor. Elly was sleeping peacefully in the next room, her little chest rising and falling on the screen. My perfect, beautiful girl. The one the DNA test swore was biologically mine.So why did I feel like I was losing my mind?“You need to stop this, Sara,” I whispered to myself, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes. “Just stop.”But I couldn’t.I stood up and started pacing the bedroom, my bare feet silent on the thick carpet. The same questions gnawed at me harder than ever. Those identical features. The way Aurora looked at me. The way Amanda had practically shielded her at the brunch like I was so

Amanda Salvatore The charity gala was packed with crystal chandeliers, fake smiles, and too much perfume. I kept Aurora close against my chest the entire night, her little black velvet dress matching mine. Tom had insisted we attend, but only briefly. “Make an appearance,” he’d said. “Then we leave.” I understood why the second we stepped into the main hall. Sara was there. She looked stunning in a deep emerald gown, Elly resting quietly in Kingsley’s arms. The moment our eyes met across the room, my stomach dropped. I turned away quickly, but it was too late. Aurora had already spotted her. At first it was just a little wiggle. Then Aurora started making small happy noises, the ones she only made when she was truly content. Her tiny head turned, searching, until her eyes locked on Sara. “No, baby,” I whispered, tightening my hold. “Not tonight.” But Aurora didn’t listen. She started squirming harder, little arms reaching out in Sara’s direction. The soft coos turned into insi