Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

SERAPHINAThe smell of food reached me before I was fully awake.Eggs, specifically, and something with bread, the kind of breakfast smell that was so aggressively normal it felt slightly surreal against the texture of the previous day.I got up, found the bathroom, looked at myself briefly in the mirror and made a decision not to look further than necessary, and went downstairs.Deon was at the stove.He was in a different shirt from last night, his hair pushed back, entirely at home in a kitchen that wasn’t technically his, moving between the hob and the counter with the focused ease of someone who found cooking genuinely useful rather than performative.He looked over his shoulder when I came in. “Morning. Sit down.”“You don’t have to—”“I’ve been here five days with nothing to do,” he said. “Cooking something is the most productive I’ve felt since I got here. Sit down and let me have this.”I sat down.Nadia appeared minutes later, then Shane, and Deon served eggs and toast and a

SERAPHINA“Stay back,” I said.It came out steadier than I felt. My body had already moved, putting itself between Gregory and the rest of the room without me consciously deciding to do it, the training taking over where the shock had frozen everything else.He didn’t move forward. He just stood in the broken doorframe and looked at me with that expression I couldn’t name and said nothing.“I mean it,” I said. “Don’t come any closer.”“Seraphina—”“Don’t.” The word came out sharp enough to cut. “Don’t say my name like that. Like you have the right to walk through a door and say my name as nothing has happened.” My voice was shaking, and I hated it, but I couldn’t stop it. “You have been alive for four years. Four years. And you let me believe—” I stopped because the sentence had too many endings and all of them were going to break something I needed to keep together right now.He looked at me with something that might have been pain if I’d been able to trust what I was reading on hi

DAMIENClarissa answered on the second knock.She was still dressed. The candle in the corner had burned down considerably which meant she’d been sitting in this room for hours, which meant she’d been waiting for something, and I filed that before I said a word.“Come in,” she said.I came in and didn’t sit. She sat on the edge of the armchair and looked up at me with the careful expression of someone who had been rehearsing this conversation in their head and was now discovering that the real version moved differently than the rehearsed one.“Walk me through tonight,” I said. “Everything you saw. From the beginning.”She folded her hands in her lap. “I was in the corridor heading to the common room when I saw them come in. Seraphina, Shane, and two others I didn’t recognize.”“What time?”“Around half past four.”“Where exactly in the corridor were you when you saw them?”“Just outside my door. I’d just come out.”“Which direction were they coming from?”“The east staircase.”“All f

SERAPHINAThe bath was the first normal thing that had happened in what felt like several consecutive disasters.Hot water, proper pressure, something that smelled like eucalyptus and something sweeter that I couldn’t identify. I sat in it longer than was strictly necessary because the warmth reached the places where the tension had been living and did something useful there, and because getting out meant returning to the situation which was still exactly what it had been before I got in.The maid, whose name turned out to be Priya, sat on a chair near the door with the patient quiet of someone completely comfortable with silence. She wasn’t watching me, exactly. More like present in the way a guard was present, close enough to matter, distant enough to pretend otherwise.When I got out she had clothes waiting on the chair beside the towel. New ones, folded with care, the kind of care that came from someone who had been told what size to buy and had taken the instruction seriously.D

SERAPHINAI woke up reaching for certainty and finding none.The chair beside my bed was empty.I stared at it for a long moment, the exact spot where Gregory had been sitting in the dark watching me sleep, asking me what I remembered, and tried to decide whether it had happened or whether my exhausted mind had pulled him out of the dream and placed him in the room like it was the most natural thing.The chair was just a chair.No impression in the cushion. No sign that anyone had been there.I sat up slowly and pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes.Real or dreamed. I genuinely could not tell and that terrified me more than either answer on its own.Priya appeared at eight with breakfast on a tray and the bath already running in the next room, the routine established as though I had been here for weeks rather than less than a day. Eggs, fruit, coffee, bread still warm.I ate without tasting it and looked at the empty chair and said nothing.The bath was the same temperature a