MY HOCKEY HEARTHROB のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

The dark tint of the Car's windows hid them from the bright city lights as the vehicle finally pulled into the private underground bay of the medical center. The engine purred softly before coming to a complete stop near the secure staff entrance. Julian glanced down at his watch which read just past six thirty, then turned his head to look at Valeria. He reached out, his large hand resting gently against the side of her face, his thumb softly tracing her cheekbone. "Stay in the car," Julian said, his voice dropping into a soft, firm register. "Don't stress yourself. I'll be down in a bit." Valeria opened her mouth to argue, wanting nothing more than to walk beside him and offer whatever support she could, but seeing the deep, heavy exhaustion already creeping into the corners of his eyes, she swallowed her words. She simply nodded and leaned into the soothing warmth of his touch. Julian gave her hand a gentle, lingering squeeze, opened the car door, and stepped out into the quiet,

Julian’s jaw clenched so tight he could feel a sharp ache radiating up to his temples. His heart was hammering against his ribs, not out of fear, but from the overwhelming weight of betrayal compounding upon betrayal. He forced himself to maintain his posture, keeping his composure intact despite the chaos brewing inside him. "Romanus, sir," Julian began, his voice deep and controlled as he tried to bridge the massive gap opening between them. "Whatever my mother told you about the whole thing... it's not true! the whole situation is just a mess and I was going to......" Enough!" Romanus’s voice boomed across the driveway like a crack of thunder, completely slicing through Julian's explanation before he could finish his sentence. The powerful old man held up a single, leather gloved hand, his cold eyes flashing with absolute refusal. He didn't want to hear a single word. He didn't want explanations, he didn't want excuses, and he certainly didn't care about family drama. To Romanu

The heavy silence in the grand drawing room stretched on until it felt almost unbearable. The tick of the tall grandfather clock in the corner sounded like a hammer striking an anvil. Romanus remained standing directly in front of Julian, his dark, sharp eyes searching his star player’s face for any sign of breaking, any flicker of submission or regret. Beside the sofa, Clara lowered her lace handkerchief, her eyes fixed on her son with anxious hope. She genuinely believed that under the weight of Romanus’s absolute authority, Julian would finally break, bow his head, and surrender. Ariel sat up just a little straighter, her fingers untangling from her lap as she waited for the words that would restore her status. Even Silas, holding his lukewarm cup of black coffee, held his breath, terrified of the explosion that usually followed Romanus’s demands. Yet, Julian’s face remained a completely calm, unbothered mask. Inside his body, the strange, feverish heat from the night before

Valeria’s heart hammered against her ribs, the sharp chef’s knife gleaming cold in her trembling grip. Before she could demand an explanation, Shawn bridged the distance between them in two swift strides. Without a single word, he lunged forward and threw his arms around her, pulling her into a tight, frantic embrace. "Thank the heavens," Shawn gasped, breathless and shaking, his voice heavy with manic relief. "Thank God... you're okay. You're actually okay." Valeria stood frozen in shock, her breath hitching in her throat. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, Shawn pulled back slightly and seized her wrist, his grip like an iron vise. He began yanking her toward the private elevator hall with desperate urgency. "We have to leave. Now," Shawn urged frantically, his eyes wild as he scanned the empty penthouse. "We have to go before Vane gets back." In Shawn's mind, the narrative was absolute and terrifying: Julian Vane had kidnapped her. He had tracked her down, stole

The sickening crack of Valeria’s head striking the concrete pillar echoed through the vast kitchen, instantly killing the violence in the room. Time seemed to freeze. Shawn’s grip on the knife loosened, the metal clattering uselessly against the marble floor as his eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror.Julian didn't even glance at Shawn again. The fury that had consumed him seconds ago vanished, completely swallowed by a cold, paralyzing wave of terror."Valeria!" Julian’s voice tore from his throat, a raw, guttural roar that shattered the heavy silence.He dropped to his knees beside her motionless body, his hands shaking violently as he touched her pale face. "Val... Val, open your eyes. Please, look at me!" he begged, his voice cracking with a panic no one had ever heard from him before. He gently tapped her cheek, but her eyes remained closed, her head lulling uselessly to the side. A faint, terrible trickle of crimson red began to seep through her dark hair, staining the c