Safe In His Darkness のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

***EMILY GRAYSON **“Initially,” Declon began smoothly, folding his hands behind his back, “my cousin was supposed to kidnap you.” His tone was calm, polished—like he was discussing a business arrangement instead of my life. His gaze flicked briefly to the cameras. “And keep you for himself. He claims he still loves you.” A faint, mocking smile touched his lips—like the idea amused him more than anything else. “Though,” he continued, almost lazily, “we would still need you to get what we want from Alexander.” My stomach twisted at the way he said Alex’s name, like it meant nothing. “But I promised him I wasn’t going to hurt you,” Declon added, tilting his head slightly as if reconsidering that promise in real time. Then his expression shifted. Hardened.“But unfortunately… I can’t find him. Something darker slipped into his eyes. “Instead,” he went on, quieter now, more dangerous, “I found out, you're still with that fucker.” Before I could react, he moved. Fast. He bent down until hi

EMILY GRAYSON'S It had been six days. Maybe seven. I wasn’t sure anymore. Time didn’t exist properly in this place. There were no windows, no sunlight, no sunrise or sunset to separate one day from another. Just cold. Endless, suffocating cold. The room itself felt designed to break people slowly: concrete walls, damp air, and a single dim bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting a weak yellow glow that never changed. Day and night looked exactly the same here. Too cold to sleep properly. Too cold to think clearly. Too cold to survive comfortably. I sat on the floor with my knees drawn to my chest, staring blankly at nothing. My wrists were finally free, though angry purple bruises still circled them like dark bracelets. They had stopped tying my hands behind my back two days ago. Not because they trusted me. Because I was too weak to fight. I hadn’t cried in hours, not since the third night. Something inside me had gone quiet after that. Not healed. Just numb and quiet.

ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S Sergio followed behind me in silence as we moved down the hospital corridor. The entire floor felt suffocating. Heavy. Every nurse, every doctor, every guard we passed immediately stepped aside the second they saw my face. No one spoke. No one tried to stop me. I owned the hospital. They could feel it. The rage. The violence sitting just beneath my skin. My stitches burned with every step. Warm blood slowly soaked through the fresh bandages wrapped around my ribs, but I ignored it completely. Emily was alive somewhere out there. That was the only thing keeping me standing. Inside the temporary command room, tension snapped tight the second I walked in. Laptops covered every table. Satellite feeds glowed across massive screens, casting cold blue light over grim faces. Half-empty coffee cups, weapons, maps, scattered ammunition—everyone had clearly been working nonstop while I was unconscious. The moment they saw me, every man straightened immediately. Fear. Resp

EMILY GRAYSON'S After forcing Alex to leave two days ago, everything became a blur. The doctor and nurse surrounded me, trying to calm me down while my heart monitor screamed beside the bed. I barely remember their voices and barely remember the sedative they pushed into my IV. I only remember crying. Then darkness. A soft voice slowly pulled me back to consciousness. “Emily?” My eyelids felt heavy as I forced them open. The hospital room was dim, sunlight leaking faintly through the curtains. My body ached everywhere, and my back burned sharply every time I breathed too deeply. But the moment my vision cleared, relief washed over me slightly. Lexi was sitting beside my bed, and Haze stood near the window holding two coffee cups. The second Lexi noticed I was awake, she immediately leaned forward.“How are you feeling?” she asked softly. I swallowed painfully before answering. “I’m fine.” It was a lie. A terrible one. But I didn’t have the energy for the truth. Haze imme

ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S “You don’t have to anymore.” Emily responded The words weren’t loud. They sounded final. Like a door quietly closing forever. “I can’t breathe around you,” she whispered. I physically flinched. Because I knew exactly what she meant before she even continued. “Every time I look at you…” Her voice cracked. “I see blood.” I stared at her silently. Unable to defend myself. Unable to deny it. “Your enemies.” “Your lies.” “Your world.”Her hand moved unconsciously to her stomach, and something inside me broke watching it.“It killed my parents,” she whispered. Her breathing trembled harder now. “It almost killed me. Then it took my baby.” My throat tightened painfully.“Don’t do this,” I whispered, because I could feel her slipping away from me. I could feel it happening in real time, and I had no idea how to stop it. “I already did.” Silence crashed between us. God, I had survived bullets, torture, war, bloodshed. But nothing had ever made me f