Fake Amnesia, Claimed by My Ex’s Brother의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

Kaela’s POVThe private jet took off with Taren sitting beside me, still fighting the drug in his body. The cabin was quiet except for the low sound of the engine and his uneven breathing. His skin felt too hot when my hand brushed his arm. His shirt was damp, and his fingers kept curling against his knees as he tried not to reach for me.He had not spoken much since we boarded. He gave the order to return to Paris, then sat beside me with his jaw tight and his eyes half gold. The serpent card from Madame DuBois was in his hand at first, but his grip loosened, and it fell onto the seat between us. He didn’t seem to notice.“Taren,” I said softly.His head turned toward me. His eyes were unfocused for a second, then they sharpened when he saw my face. I could feel Kaelum close to the surface. The bond between us pulled hard.“I’m here,” I said.His breathing changed. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, one hand pressed against his chest. A rough sound came from his throat. It was n

Kaela’s POVThe scream came from the study.“Taren has killed his father!”I stopped in the hallway for half a second. Then I rushed toward the study door. Servants were already coming from different sides of the mansion, their faces pale and confused. Some guards moved faster than them, with their hands near their weapons.Another scream came from inside the study. This time, it was Eleanor.“Help! Someone help Frank!”I pushed past a maid and reached the study doorway. Frank was in his wheelchair. Blood ran down the side of his face and stained the collar of his shirt. His eyes were open, but his body looked weak. His fingers twitched on the chair arm as if he was trying to move and couldn’t.Eleanor knelt beside him, sobbing loudly. Her face was wet with tears, but I knew they were fake. She held one hand over her mouth and shook her shoulders as if she was too broken to speak. But her eyes watched everyone who entered the room.The brass clock lay on the floor near Frank’s chair.

Kaela’s POVI met Madame Du Bois at the Tuileries Garden before noon. I had left the hotel through the back entrance, with no guard from Mateo and no message to anyone. After Taren’s warning, I could not let another man decide where I went or who I spoke to. If I needed protection, I would choose the terms myself.Madame Du Bois was waiting near a row of trees, dressed in dark green with a cane in one hand. She did not look surprised to see me. Her guards stood far enough away to give us space, but close enough to move if she wanted. She watched me as I approached, her face calm.Astra was awake, tense and watchful. Her voice came low in my mind. “The old female smells like an ancient forest and cold salt. She is a True Luna.”I kept my face still, but the words made me more careful. Astra did not give praise easily. If she respected Madame Du Bois, then this woman was not only rich or powerful. She had a rank that wolves could feel.Madame Du Bois tapped her cane once against the gro

Kaela’s POVThe funeral was held at the Voss mansion, and every important wolf family in Paris seemed to be there. The house was covered in black cloth and white funeral lilies. Their smell filled the hall so strongly that it covered Eleanor’s real scent. She had planned even that. She did not want anyone to sense too much from her today.I stood near the back of the room, dressed in black, with my hands folded in front of me. My face stayed calm, but I kept watching everyone around me. Madame Du Bois had warned me that the funeral was the final trap. I did not know where Eleanor would act, but I knew she wanted people there to see it.Eleanor stood near the front and gave her eulogy. Her voice shook in the right places. Her eyes watered when people looked at her. She spoke about family, duty, pain, and betrayal, but every word felt prepared. She looked like a grieving woman, but I saw the way her fingers held the edge of the paper too neatly. She was acting.“Taren broke this family,

Kaela’s POVThe safe house was smaller than I expected. It stood behind a closed repair shop on a quiet street, with a metal door at the back and no sign outside. Taren unlocked it with a code, checked the narrow hall first, then pulled me in after him. He closed the door and locked it twice before he let go of my hand.The room inside was plain. There was a table, two chairs, one old couch, and a small kitchen area. There were no family photos and no decoration. It looked like a place made for hiding.“No one followed us,” he said.I took off my coat and placed it on the table. My hands were careful as I pulled out the folder of photos, the copies I had taken, and the black diary marked with K.C.Taren turned when he saw it. For a second, he did not move. “This is what you found?” he asked.“Yes.” I opened the folder first. “The forged papers and photos were in Eleanor’s safe. These were made to frame you.”Taren stepped closer. I spread the photos across the table. He looked at each