My Ex And His Daddy's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter 12 Richard’s black car drove slowly into Aurora’s new campus area, which was far bigger than her old one. Modern buildings stood neatly with green gardens surrounding them, while students walked back and forth. Aurora stared out the window for quite a while. She still felt unfamiliar being in a place like this. Richard parked the car right in front of the main building before turning off the engine. “Well,” he said casually while turning toward Aurora, “starting today, you’ll be studying here.” Aurora nodded slowly. Her fingers still gripped the bag on her lap tightly. “Do you like it?” Richard asked while observing her face. “Yes, but the campus is so luxurious. I feel like I don’t belong here.” Richard smiled faintly. “You do belong here, and you’ll get used to it.” Aurora looked at the man beside her for a few seconds. Richard seemed different this morning. Not as cold as usual. His gaze was calm instead, and even his voice sounded gentler compared to when they firs

Aurora took a long, deep breath as she stepped out of the women's restroom, trying to inhale as much oxygen as possible to calm her lungs, which felt constricted. Her eyes still held a faint reddish hue, the remnants of the emotional storm inside, but at least her crying had subsided. She stood frozen for a few seconds in front of the large, cold washbasin. While tidying her messy stray hairs, her fingers unconsciously brushed her own lips. That soft touch triggered a memory she should have buried deep down. The image of Ethan’s kiss earlier appeared without permission, like a broken projector constantly replaying the most forbidden scene. The way Ethan pulled the nape of her neck possessively, his heavy breath against her skin, and how Aurora’s own body betrayed her—returning that kiss with the same hunger. Aurora closed her eyes tightly, her fingers gripping the edge of the washbasin until her knuckles turned white. "Stop, Aurora. Stop," she whispered hoarsely to her refle

Aurora arrived at the mansion as the sun began to sink low on the horizon, leaving long, somber shadows across the vast Calloway estate. Her body felt shattered, not because of a busy college schedule, but due to the weight of thoughts that were increasingly crushing her. The incident at the cafe earlier—her confrontation with Vanessa—kept replaying in her mind like a broken tape. The slap had indeed provided instant satisfaction, but now all that remained was a profound sense of bitterness and exhaustion. Without even changing her clothes, Aurora immediately threw herself onto the soft king-size bed. She stared at the high, grand cream-colored ceiling, but to her, this room felt like a golden cage that was narrowing day by day. In just a matter of weeks, her world had turned upside down. From a simple student in Boston trying to forget old wounds, she was now trapped in the center of the Calloway family's power struggle. She was Richard's future wife, yet at the same time, she was

Chapter 18 Ethan remained frozen. Aurora's sudden embrace acted like an anchor holding back the storm in his chest. The warmth of the girl's body was so familiar, bringing back millions of memories that for a year he had tried to kill with resentment and alcohol. He had sworn to hate Aurora. He had convinced himself that Aurora was just a pragmatic woman who left for money. However, when Aurora hugged him and pleaded in a hoarse voice for him to stop hurting himself, all the defensive walls Ethan had painstakingly built collapsed in an instant. Slowly, Ethan returned the embrace. His arms wrapped tightly around Aurora's waist, pulling her as if he wanted to reunite the pieces of their souls that had been separated. "I'm tired, Rory..." Ethan whispered parau right in Aurora's ear. "I'm tired of pretending to hate you." Aurora's shoulders trembled. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold back a sob that was about to explode. Ethan's broken voice was the most painful melody she h

Chapter 20 The rain poured even harder, washing over the streets of Manhattan with an increasingly roaring rhythm. The droplets striking the windows of Richard’s luxury car created a static symphony, isolating the cabin from the noise of the outside world. Behind the fogging glass, the city lights glowed faintly, creating reflections of neon lights dancing across the wet asphalt. Aurora sat curled up in the passenger seat. She hugged her own arms, trying to drive away the cold air that had begun to creep in. The cream-colored dress she wore—which had looked so elegant earlier beneath the crystal lights of the ballroom—now felt as thin as paper against the piercing night temperature. Her fingers had started to pale, and subtle shivers traveled through her shoulders. Richard, who had been absorbed in the documents on his tablet, finally turned his head. His sharp eyes immediately caught Aurora’s defensive posture against the cold air. “Are you cold?” Richard asked in his deep, low v