His Uncle's Priceless Jewel: Unmasking His Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

3RD POV:Eulalie Ashworth had been living in the Deveraux mansion for three weeks and Cassian was already exhausted.He had imagined this differently. In his head, the days after the divorce would be golden. He would wake up next to a beautiful woman, drink coffee on the terrace, and feel the weight of his failed marriage lift off his shoulders like a heavy coat finally hung in the closet. Eulalie would bring lightness back into his life. She would laugh at his jokes and touch his arm and make him feel like the man he used to be before the accident, before the blindness, before Thalassa and her creepy mask and her silent presence in every corner of his house.That was not what happened.What happened was Eulalie woke up at eleven in the morning and complained that the curtains were too thin and the sunlight was hurting her eyes. What happened was she sent back three different breakfasts because the eggs were too runny and the toast was too brown and the fresh squeezed juice was not fr

3RD POV:Alaric Deveraux had been to exactly one book launch in his entire life, and he had sworn he would never attend another. The wine was always warm, the conversations always pretentious, and everyone spent the whole night trying to prove they were smarter than everyone else in the room. It was exhausting. It was boring. It was exactly the kind of event he had built his entire career avoiding.But his assistant had cornered him in his office three days ago with that look on her face, the one that meant she had already made up her mind and was just waiting for him to catch up."Julian Thorne is the biggest literary sensation of the year," she had said. "Everyone who is anyone will be at his launch. You need to be seen there. It is good for the brand.""My brand does not need books," he had said."Your brand needs to look like it has a soul."So here he was, standing in a gallery space that had been transformed into something between a ballroom and a library, wearing a Venetian mas

CASSIAN'S POV:I was in my study, going over the quarterly reports, when James knocked on the door with that particular look on his face. The one that meant he had bad news and was trying to figure out how to deliver it without getting yelled at."Mr. Cassian," he said, "I have just received word about the waterfront development project."I looked up. The waterfront project was mine. It had been mine since before the accident, my baby, the thing I had been building toward for years. A massive mixed use development that would transform the entire district and make the Deveraux name synonymous with progress. I had been planning it, dreaming about it, working on it even when I was blind and could not see the blueprints."What about it?""The board has decided to go in a different direction." James's voice was carefully neutral. "They have awarded the contract to another firm."I stood up so fast my chair scraped against the floor. "What? That is impossible. The contract was mine. Everyon

THALASSA'S POV:The message came through at 3:17 in the morning, which was always the time when the hardest cases found me. Something about the witching hour made doctors desperate. They had tried everything, exhausted every option, and now they were reaching out to a ghost in the machine, hoping that the mysterious Miracle Doctor would have answers when no one else did.I was deep in chapter twenty two of my manuscript when my encrypted phone buzzed. The notification was different from the usual ones, a specific pattern that meant the message had come through the highest level of the network. Someone important was reaching out. Someone who knew exactly who they were contacting and why.I saved my document and opened the message."Dr. Miravel. I hope this message finds you well. I am Dr. Marcus Webb, Chief of Surgery at St. Catherine's Hospital in London. I have a patient who is dying and I have run out of options. I am told you are the person to contact when all else fails. Please. I

CASSIAN'S POV: But I could not move. I could not speak. I could only stand there, listening, while my entire world crumbled around me. "That is the thing about these rich families," Eulalie was saying. "They think they are so smart. They think they are so untouchable. But they are just as stupid as everyone else. They see a pretty face and they forget to ask what is underneath. It is almost too easy." I finally found my voice. "Is it?" Eulalie froze. Her head snapped toward the doorway, her eyes widening when she saw me standing there. The phone slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the couch cushions. "Cassian," she said, and her voice was high and thin. "I did not hear you come in." "Clearly." I walked into the room, my legs finally working again. "Who were you talking to?" "Just a friend. An old friend. We were just..." "I heard everything, Eulalie. Everything." She stood up, her face pale. "You did not hear everything. You heard some things. Out of context. I