Throne of Desires: My uncle, My sinful mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Paris povThe air between us was still burning from everything that almost happened and everything that was stopped too late.“Paris, I think you should…” Vincent began, his voice low and tight, like he was trying to hold a door shut with words alone.I shook my head before he could finish. “I know. Don’t tell me.”His eyes searched my face not soft, just tired and strained. “I think you need to leave. Magret is on her way here.”I let out a slow breath and tilted my head, studying him like the answer was written somewhere on his skin. “Why should I be the one to leave?”“Paris, don’t start, please, I…” He stepped closer, lowering his voice, but the tension only sharpened, like glass pulled tight.Before he could finish, the door opened.Magret stepped into the room with sharp steps and sharper eyes, her gaze snapping straight to me. I was already dressed, the fabric smooth against my skin, nothing out of place, nothing to prove what had almost happened, and that somehow made it worse

Vincent’s povThe words hung in the air between us.Everything stopped. The very dust in the room seemed to freeze. “Her.” Margret had never said her name, never acknowledged the invisible chain that bound us.I let go of her hair and watched her sway, vulnerable and waiting on the floor. The cliff edge of her offer yawned before us. The night was suddenly full of new, terrifying possibilities, and she had just handed me the key.“Why would you even let that leave your mouth?”The question ripped out of me, and the sound of it seemed to strike the walls and come back louder. Heat surged up my chest and into my throat, and my hands clenched without me telling them to, my body already bracing like something inside me had snapped awake.“Is there something wrong with you, Magret?”I stepped into her space, close enough that she had to lift her head and enough that my anger had weight to it. My voice was not loud, but it shook all the same, edged with something ugly that had been growing

Mason’s POVI stared at her, trying to read what she was planning, trying to see if this was anger or revenge or something even darker.But her face gave nothing away.“Why?” I asked quietly.Her eyes flashed, not with tears, but with something fierce.“Because I was sent to that place like I was nothing,” she said. “She sold me. She thought she could trade me like I was a piece of meat. And because I am done being moved around by other people’s decisions.”Her words filled the room, and for the first time I understood something I had been too blind to see before.She was not asking me to take her to Selene for closure.She was asking me to hand her the stage.And I would be the one opening the curtain.“If I do this,” I said slowly, “if I take you to her cell, will that be enough for now?”Her lips curved slightly, not into a smile, “That is only the first thing,” she said.The way she said first made my pulse jump.“And the others?” I asked.“You will know them when the time comes,”

Vincent’s POVSteffon bowed his head and vanished into the hallway while I stayed in the silence of my room. I felt the tension of the coming storm in my bones.One hour later the door to my office opened again and Steffon stepped inside to let me know that everyone was ready and waiting downstairs. He mentioned that some of the people were murmuring because of the sudden news about packing their bags but I did not care about their comfort. I simply told him that their complaints were fine as long as they were ready to move. I stood up and straightened my jacket before walking out of my office and making my way down the grand staircase.As I reached the main hall I saw the sea of faces waiting for me in the dim light. The air was thick with a mixture of fear and confusion that I could almost taste. I looked at each of them and saw that their faces were pale and some of them looked angry because of the quick notice I had given them. I saw Liam standing near the door and Lily clutchin

PARIS POVThe room fell silent in a way that felt violent.Every eye turned.I hadn’t meant to make an entrance. I hadn’t meant to be seen at all. But hiding in Vincent’s chambers while Cassian prowled through the halls like a bloodhound felt worse than walking into the fire myself.So I stepped into it.The air inside the lower hall was thick. It pressed against my lungs.Vincent’s gaze found mine instantly. He assessed for a moment. Just for a second, something flickered beneath it…warning.What are you doing?Cassian turned slowly.And smiled. “Well,” he said softly, eyes narrowing with recognition. “Who do we have here?”“This is my niece. Paris. I bet she’s lost,” Vincent answered on my behalf. He moved immediately and grounded himself in my path. “Why are you here?” He whispered. His voice was husky, almost like he was angry with me or afraid. “I thought I should walk around my fathers house. Is that now a crime?” I answered and asked. “No,” he glanced at Cassian. “But this