The Girl Behind His Throne のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Anrina strode into the room in stiletto heels and tossed a bunny-girl outfit straight at my face.There was barely enough fabric to cover anything. A pair of cheap little bells hung from the chest."My birthday banquet is tonight. Put this on and serve drinks to the guests."Arms crossed, she looked down at me like a queen passing judgment.I picked up the outfit and threw it back at her feet."I'm not a hostess."Anrina let out a cold laugh and stepped closer."Leon already gave the order. It's my birthday tonight, which means everyone listens to me."If you refuse to wear it, I'll have you thrown into the punishment room for the night."Those were indeed his words.He had said the exact same thing on my birthday last year.That night, he had personally fastened a necklace around my neck called Heart of Protection.He promised he would always protect me.Then Anrina appeared, and everything changed.I went from a feared Capo to a servant anyone could humiliate.Seeing m

I stood in the corner at the back of the meeting room.The family Consigliere hurried in, his expression grim."Don Torres, the shipment of arms we stored near the edge of the Mexican desert was hijacked by the Camorra. They took the goods and wiped out our men. We need someone to recover it."Four Capos sat around the conference table.Not one of them spoke.That stretch of desert was a graveyard. Last year, twenty men had been sent there.Only three came back alive.Silence settled over the room for nearly half a minute.Then Anrina walked in.She went straight to Leon, dropped herself onto his lap, and looped her arms around his neck like she belonged there."Leon," she said sweetly, "why not send Isabella?""Wasn't she your best Capo once?"She turned and flashed me a smug smile."Isabella would definitely bring it back for you, wouldn't she?"Leon's brows drew together slightly.He glanced at me, lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Leon was half reclining against the headboard while Anrina curled up in his arms, scrolling through her phone.Without warning, a violent pain tore through his chest.The wine glass slipped from his hand and shattered against the floor.Anrina jumped in fright. "Leon? What's wrong?"He pressed a hand against his chest, an overwhelming sense of dread tightening around his heart for no reason he could explain.Leon shoved Anrina aside and grabbed the radio from the bedside table.Static crackled through the speaker.Bzzzt... bzzzt...Nothing but dead air.He switched frequencies.Then another.Still static.His expression darkened instantly."Find out what happened at the desert site."Half an hour later, one of his men dropped to one knee before him."Don... there was a massive explosion at the desert trading post. Everything within three hundred meters was reduced to ashes–""Where's Isabella?"The man visibly flinched at Leon's roar."We... we can't find her."For f

Anrina was strapped tightly to the interrogation chair."Leon! I was the one who helped you take the throne! You can't do this to me!"Leon crouched in front of her and slowly flipped open the diary, holding each page up for her to see."You helped me?"You stole her achievements. And you got her, and my child was killed."Anrina instantly collapsed to her knees, smashing her forehead against the floor as she begged for mercy.Leon leaned against the wall and watched in silence, his face completely unreadable.Once, Anrina had forced me into a bunny-girl outfit and made me serve drinks to her guests. Leon had her stripped naked and locked inside a freezer for two hours.Once, Anrina made me kneel outside in the rain. Leon ordered his men to pin her down and blast her with freezing water cannons through the entire night.Once, Anrina had people break both my legs.So Leon had his men hold her still while they brought down a hammer against her leg bones, one strike after anothe

My twin pistols fired in unison, dropping the first three assassins with clean shots to the head.My men moved in immediately and locked the situation down.Leon collapsed into a pool of blood, reaching toward me with a trembling, blood-soaked hand, trying to grab the hem of my dress.I stepped over him without hesitation."You think taking a few bullets for me erases everything?"When I was trapped in that desert, I was a hundred times more desperate than you are now."His fingers slipped from my skirt.His hand froze midair.The light in his eyes died instantly, and his head slammed against the ground as he lost consciousness.My head bodyguard asked how I wanted him handled."Throw him outside. His people will come collect him."After the failed assassination, the Ndrangheta mobilized hundreds of mercenaries and launched a full-scale assault on my port stronghold.The battle lasted three days and two nights.On the third night, I stood atop the command platform directin