Rewrite My Fate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

“Damon!” Grandmother’s voice is a whisper of pure horror. “Put that away! Have you lost your mind? That’s your brother you’re aiming at.” But Damon doesn't care. A thin sheen of sweat breaks across my brow. I’m unable to move. My heart is a ferocious beast in my chest. A beast that is scraping at my ribs while my body remains a statue. I can see it before my eyes. I’m thirteen again, trapped in the dark, staring at a gun with blood on my hands. Blood that wasn't mine. I start to quiver, my head spinning in circles as the image becomes clearer. “What’s the matter, Zayn?” Damon’s voice sounds miles away, distorted. “Not so brave when you can’t fight back with your hands?” I can’t stare away from the gun. I don’t even see Damon anymore. I only see the small, black hole that leads to nothingness. I’m fighting for air. My vision begins to tunnel, the edges of the study blurring into a dark, suffocating gray. “Zayn?” Grandmother calls, terrified. “Zayn, look at me!” I can’t look

JADEThe air in the boutique, which had felt light and airy only moments ago, suddenly turns cold. My hand is still clamped around Zayn’s arm, my fingers digging into the expensive fabric of his suit. I don’t let go. I can’t.I feel the way Zayn’s muscles tenses beneath my touch. He isn't looking at me; he is looking at Clara as if she were a ghost that had crawled out of a grave he’d spent years digging.Something about that look unsettles me. I’m not angry. I’m not surprised. I just recognize that look. It shows years of history. And I don’t like it.“Ex-girlfriend?” I repeat, still finding it hard to believe. My gaze drifts over her again. She’s beautiful in a way that feels effortless—polished, high-society, and perfectly at ease with the monster standing beside me. I tighten my grip on him. “That’s interesting. Zayn didn't mention he had any… exes.”The curtain shifts again. This time, an attendant rushes in, breath uneven, eyes flicking nervously between us.“I—I’m so sorry, Mr.

Zayn’s hand is a brand against my skin. His fingers move with a slow, agonizing possessiveness that makes my brain short-circuit. I’m draped over the dining table like a sacrifice, my legs locked around his waist, my breath coming in shallow, pathetic gasps. “You hate me?” he murmurs, his lips brushing the pulse point at my throat. I can feel the dark vibration of his voice in my very bones. “Is that why your heart is trying to hammer its way out of your chest and into my hand?” “It’s—it’s adrenaline,” I choke out, my fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. “I’m… I’m terrified of you.” “Liar.” He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye. The grey is gone, replaced by a storm. He looks hungry. He looks like he wants to devour me and then burn the remains. And that makes me so fucking wet. “You’re not terrified of me, Jade. You’re terrified of how much you want to stay in this cage.” He moves then, his mouth reclaiming mine with a brutality that leaves me lig

“Don’t leave me ever again,” Barbara says with a scowl on her face. I stiffen, her words replaying in my ears like a broken record. “How would you go on knowing you were the reason your best friend died?” “What are you talking about?” I ask, my hands shaking from fear and horror as her cunning smile flashes across my mind. The day she’d visited me in the hospital and made me sign those documents, transferring my trust funds to Daniel. How she’d watched me break when I caught them during their engagement. And her last words to me when my death sentence hung over my neck like a leash she’d fastened herself. “But I’m alive,” she says in her most charming voice. “That means we’re both safe. So we can patch things up again. Right?” I push to my feet, my hands flying over my face to cover my mouth. I feel utterly disgusted and nauseous. “You tried to kill yourself… to guilt-trip me?” “It’s not like that!” she shrieks, her voice suddenly sharp. “You left me! You were supposed to help

“Don't look so shocked, Princess,” he whispers, guiding me forward before I can pull away. “A father wouldn't miss his daughter's big day, would he? You never told me you were getting married to a Hemsworth. He’s an even better suitor than Daniel. Financially, yes. But don't you think you’re cheating on Daniel?” The music swells. My hand is still trapped in his. He smiles as if his being here is normal. My feet move even though I don't want them to. “Let go of me,” I whisper under my breath, my smile frozen in place. His grip tightens. “Careful,” he says softly. “You wouldn’t want to cause a scene. Not on your big day.” My stomach turns. “How are you here? You’re supposed to be in prison.” “Thanks to the kindness of your brother-in-law. Damon knows the value of family, even if you’ve forgotten it.” Damon. My stomach drops. His name makes my insides twist. “He didn't do it out of kindness,” I murmur, my voice trembling with suppressed rage. “He did it to upset me.” “