THE BILLIONAIRE'S DIRTY SECRET: A FORBIDDEN SECOND CHANCE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

TOUCH DOWNLIANA'S POVThe moment the plane touched down at JFK Airport, Liana felt alive again.She stepped off the aircraft with her designer suitcase rolling behind her, wearing a soft cream coat and the perfume Roman had once told her he loved. Her heart was racing with pure, electric excitement. After months locked away in that sterile facility, she was finally free and she was here.In his city.Coming back to him.“Roman,” she whispered to herself as she moved through the arrivals hall, a dreamy smile on her lips. “I’m home.”She had spent the entire flight planning. She knew exactly where his penthouse was. She knew his favorite restaurants. She even knew the flowers he liked to send when he wanted to apologize. This time, she wouldn’t need flowers. She would be enough.She took a sleek black car service straight to a luxury hotel in Manhattan, not too far from Roman’s building. The room was elegant. It exactly the kind of place he would approve of. She unpacked carefully, han

LOBBY CHOASNOELLE'S POVI couldn’t breathe.It was like my heart was stuck in my throat.I stood frozen near the elevators, the folder slipping from my numb fingers as papers scattered across the marble floor. My eyes were locked on the scene in the middle of the lobby like a car crash I couldn’t look away from.Liana.She was wearing a striking red dress that clung to her body like a second skin. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Roman’s neck, her body pressed flush against his as if they had never been apart. She was smiling up at him with pure, radiant joy. The kind of smile that said she believed she was exactly where she belonged.And Roman… he wasn’t pushing her away fast enough. He hugged her back, even.My heart shattered right there in the middle of the busy lobby.I watched as Liana whispered something in his ear, her fingers curling into his shirt. Roman looked tense, his hands on her arms, but he wasn’t shoving her off. He wasn’t telling her to stop. He just stood ther

SHATTERED IN SILENCEROMAN'S POVI stood frozen in the private meeting room long after Liana had walked out, her perfume still lingering in the air like a ghost I couldn’t escape.My hands were shaking.The lobby scene replayed in my head on an endless loop. Liana throwing herself into my arms, smiling like we were lovers reunited, while dozens of employees watched. And worst of all, Noelle’s face. The way her eyes had widened with shock and pain before she turned and walked away.I had hurt her.Again.I pushed open the door and stepped back into the lobby, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I scanned the area desperately, looking for her.She wasn’t there.The scattered papers from her folder had been picked up. The elevator area was empty. She was gone.I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers and dialed her number. It rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Then it went to voicemail.“Noelle,” I whispered after the beep, my voice cracking. “Please call me back. It’s

PINK PEONIES AND DESPERATIONNOELLE'S POVThe moment I stepped into the DANS building the next morning, I felt it.The shift.The air was different today. It was heavier, charged with whispers and curious glances. Heads turned as I walked through the lobby. A group of assistants near the reception desk stopped talking abruptly when they saw me, then quickly looked away, murmuring behind their hands.My stomach twisted.I kept my head high, clutching my bag tighter as I headed toward the elevators. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each step feeling louder than the last. I could feel eyes on me from every direction.They know.The thought made my skin crawl.By the time I reached my floor, the whispers had followed me like shadows. I kept my eyes straight ahead, refusing to look at anyone, but I could hear fragments as I passed cubicles.“…saw her getting into Derek’s car yesterday…”“…after that lady showed up yesterday…”“…Roman looked so uncomfortable…”I swallowed hard and

RELIEFROMAN'S POVThe email arrived at exactly eleven fourty-seven that morning.I was alone in my office, staring at the same contract for the tenth time when my phone pinged with the notification from the private lab.Subject: DNA Test Results – ConfidentialMy heart stopped.For a long moment, I just stared at the screen, afraid to open it. My hands were shaking. The entire world narrowed down to this single email.I finally clicked it.The results were summarized at the top in clear, clinical language.Conclusion: No biological relation.Roman Ashford and James Carter share 0% DNARoman Ashford and Noelle Carter share 0% DNA I read it three times.Then I read it again.We weren’t related.Noelle was not my half-sister.The relief hit me so hard I had to grip the edge of my desk to stay upright. A broken sound escaped my throat, half laugh, half sob.All the fear. All the guilt. All the nights I had tortured myself imagining the worst…It was over.We were free.I stood up so fas