One Night Stand With My Future Uncle In Law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 119

Gabriella POV I found Raphael sitting on the soft velvet couch in the main living room when I finally got home. His phone was held loosely in his hand, and his face was drawn, pale, and thoroughly tired. He looked up the second the front door clicked shut, and his expression shifted into immediate concern as I stepped into the warm room."You look terrible, Gabriella," he said plainly, setting his phone face-down on the coffee table."Thanks," I replied, tossing my purse onto the side table. "You look great too."He let out a short laugh. It was a weak sound, but it was genuine enough to break the heavy tension between us. "Sit down. Tell me what happened out there."I walked over and sank into the couch beside him, letting out a long, shuddering breath. I leaned my head all the way back against the cushions and stared up at the dark wooden beams on the ceiling. The words were jumbled inside my mind, colliding with one another. I did not know where to start or how to organize the cha

Gabriella POV I sat in the wide leather armchair in Mariano's private office and stared fixedly at the closed wooden door. The thick silence inside the room was heavy, but I could hear the muffled, low sound of raised voices coming directly from the hallway outside. I could not make out the specific words being yelled through the thick wood, but I could feel the intense, dark tension rising in the air. My heart pounded furiously against my ribs, and my hands trembled violently in my lap.I stood up from the armchair and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window. The city stretched out miles below me, cold and vast. Yellow streetlights and office building lights were flickering on one by one as the sun sank below the horizon. Everything looked peaceful, orderly, and completely undisturbed from this height. It looked as though nothing was wrong in the world.But everything in my life was entirely wrong.The heavy door opened with a sudden click. Mariano walked straight into the

Gabriella's POVMy cheek was still red when I walked through the front door of my parents' house. The sting had faded but the anger had not. I could still feel Denica's hand against my skin. I could still hear her voice calling me a whore.Raphael was in the living room. He looked up when I walked in and his face changed."What happened to your face?" he asked."Davis's mother slapped me."He stood up fast. "She what?""She slapped me. At the office. She said I framed Davis. She said I destroyed her son's life."Raphael's hands were clenched into fists. "I am going to—""Sit down." My voice was tired. "I do not want to talk about it.""Gabriella—""I said I do not want to talk about it."Raphael sat down. He was still angry. I could see it in his eyes. But he did not push.I walked past him and went to my room. I closed the door and sat on the edge of my bed. I pressed my hand against my cheek. The skin was still warm.My phone buzzed. Mariano."Are you okay? I should have stopped her

Gabriella POV "That is completely insane!" I yelled, standing up off the couch. "That is the most insane, twisted plan I have ever heard in my entire life!""It is proper strategy, Gabriella," my father said, standing up to face me. "It is thinking several steps ahead. It is protecting yourself from future harm."My hands were shaking so hard I had to clench them into fists. "I cannot do this. I cannot lift a finger to help the monster who tried to destroy my life.""Then you are making a massive mistake," my father said. "A very big mistake."I turned my body away from him and began walking rapidly toward the doorway."Gabriella!" my father's sharp voice rang out through the quiet room. "I am saying all of this strictly for your own sake. I am not saying it because I have any affection for Davis Castillo. I am saying it because I love you more than anything."I stopped walking right at the edge of the doorway, but I did not turn back around to look at his face."I love you too, Dad,

Gabriella POV Raphael was quiet for a very long moment. He looked at my face, processing the depth of my isolation. Then, he stood up from the bed, reached his hand deep into the front pocket of his pants, and pulled out his leather wallet. He opened the wallet, pulled out a solid black credit card, and held it out toward me."What is this?" I asked, staring at the plastic card in his hand."It is my personal credit card," Raphael said firmly. "I want you to leave this house today. I want you to go out into the city. Go shopping for clothes. Buy something very nice for yourself. Eat lunch somewhere expensive and nice. Do something today that is entirely for you and no one else.""Raphael, I cannot take your money," I said, shaking my head and pushing his hand away."Yes, you absolutely can," Raphael insisted. He grabbed my right hand, placed the black credit card directly into my palm, and folded my fingers tightly over it. "You desperately need to get out of this dark house. You nee