His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

QUINNThe door exploded with a violent bang that echoed through the abandoned church like a gunshot.My body jerked before my mind could even process what was happening. For one terrifying second, I thought they found me again.“Oh goodness!”My pulse slammed against my ribs so bad it hurt. Joe covered my mouth instantaneously as the footsteps approached.A middle-aged man froze near the entrance, staring at us with eyes wide open, he held a flashlight shakily in one hand.“I…I thought someone was getting attacked in here,” he stammered quickly. “This place is dangerous at night. I heard voices and—”His words slowly faded into silence around us. He was not a threat like we thought or an attacker, just a worried, watchful and thoughtful man in the neighbourhood.For a moment, nobody moved; everyone appeared to have been shaken by the unannounced and unexpected entrance. Joe lowered his hand slowly.I exhaled deeply. That was when I realized my hand was already trembling. The man looke

QUINNThe call had ended nearly twenty minutes ago.Yet, Morrison’s voice still lingered in my head like smoke that refused to clear.“...Please”I sat motionless at the side of the bed, staring at nothing while the word repeated itself over and over again in my head.I had known Morrison for a long time, but that was the first time I heard that soft tone.Even if it didn’t sound fully emotional, it was far from the cold, arrogant and authoritative tone I know Morrison for.Morrison Drax doesn’t beg. He doesn’t at all!The world bent around men like him. People feared him enough to obey him before he even finished speaking.Yet tonight, he sounded like a man on the verge of losing something he couldn’t survive without.I leaned my back slowly against the headboard and closed my eyes briefly.Whatever this thing between Morrison and me was becoming, it was no longer controlled, and that terrified me.Somewhere along the line, I sensed it was no longer about the revenge. At first, bring

JASPERThe sound of her name lingered in the air as a gunshot neither of us could take back.In one second, desire died completely. Deadly silence crashed afterward.Seraphina froze above me. Her body remained pressed against mind, but everything else had stopped. The warmth, movement, and intimacy. Reality settled brutally between us.Shit!My chest rose sharply as I realized what I had done. Or worse, what I revealed. For a moment, neither of us moved.Slowly, Seraphina pulled away from me. She wasn’t dramatic like I expected or even violent. But that silence terrified me more than screaming would.Seraphina’s rage was usually loud and sharp. This silence felt different, like watching a glass crack before it shattered completely.The dim light spilling across the room revealed her expression clearly now. Her makeup was a little bit ruined, her lips puffed from the kisses moments ago.Yet, her eyes… her eyes looked wounded. I sat up immediately, dragging a hand roughly across my face

QUINNSleep never came.I lay in the darkness staring at the ceiling while Morrison’s voice kept replaying in my head. He sounded like a man trying not to fall apart completely.I turned sharply on the bed and shut my eyes tightly. No. I refuse to feel guilty for him. He had destroyed too many things already for me to pity him now. I tossed my body, trying to sleep, but sleep eluded me, avoided me like a plague. I sat abruptly and dragged both hands through my hair.Everyone around me acted like they were carrying pieces of the same secret. And I was the only person locked outside of it.The vibration of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts.*Be Careful Who You Trust* ~ Joe.A cold feeling settled instantly in my stomach. Why would he text that instead of saying it to my face?I stared at the screen for a long moment before slowly dropping the phone.The apartment suddenly felt unnaturally quiet. Only the sound of distant sirens rang in the air.I stood and walked to the window o

QUINN“Does the name ring a bell?”I watched him closely. Because this was a trap, not a question.Mr. Jason tapped his fingers on the table, like he just realized who betrayed him. The calm expression he wore so perfectly cracked, and something darker slipped through. Fear.That was all I needed. Fear was a language I understood very well now. I had used it before on Seraphina, and it worked. And, this man I called father, wouldn’t be an exception.“Where did you hear that name?’His voice finally came, lower than before.I didn’t answer immediately. His reaction was more important to study than my answers.“You know him,” I said.His jaw tightened. “That is not what I asked.”“And that’s not what I said.”Every sentence sharpened the tension further. I folded my arms tightly across my chest, and for a moment, it didn’t look like we were having a conversation anymore.It was slowly becoming a standoff. And neither of us intended to walk away unscathed.I leaned back slightly in my ch