FAKE DATING THE DANGEROUS UNCLE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 29

Arielle’s POVThe silence inside the penthouse was louder than the gunfire from the warehouse and for three days, Viktor had barely spoken to me not because he was angry which would have been easier to understand but he has just kept his distance.He still made sure that there were guards outside my room, asked the house staff if I had eaten and still arranged for the doctor to check my shoulder every morning.But every time our eyes met, he looked away first which was quite infuriating and I never liked noticing that myself.The doctor had already cleared me to move around the house, but Viktor had forbidden me from leaving the estate until the current situation is settled.So the library has become my favorite place in the mansion, it was quite enormous, stretching across an entire wing and lined with dark shelves that reached the ceiling. Thousands of books filled every inch, yet somehow the room always feels cold but perfectly organized.I was running my fingers across the shel

Arielle's POV"Run now." The command barely left Viktor's mouth before another explosion came ripping through the front gates.The force of it shook the entire estate as glass were bursting from the mansion windows behind us and raining across the stone courtyard.I ran but Viktor never released my hand instead he was pulling me through the chaos with astonishing speed, weaving between guards who were already taking defensive positions. Controlled gunfire was erupting from beyond the walls."They're inside!" someone shouted as one of Viktor’s gaurd came crashing against one of the parked vehicles beside us with blood spreading rapidly across his black suit.I froze on the spot but Viktor didn't rather he stepped in front of me so naturally that I barely realized what he had done. His pistol appeared in his hand almost as if it had always been there.Three sharp shots cane echoing through the courtyard as three attackers dropped dead before I even located them."Keep moving." Viktor

Arielle’s POVBefore the evening ended, I had promised myself that I would stop letting Viktor Sokolov get into my head.Though it sounded simple enough but I still woke up the next morning in his house.Sunlight was slipping through the curtains in narrow strips and warming the polished wooden floor of the bedroom. For several seconds, I was simply staring at the ceiling as everything felt quiet.Thinking of everything that had happened over the past few days from the warehouse, the attack, the endless questions and the strangers watching every move I made, the silence in the atmosphere was feeling unnatural.I pushed the blankets aside as I sat up slowly, I felt the healing bruise on my shoulder and I inhaled sharply.“Miss Arielle?” One of the maids called out, knocking on the bedroom door.“You may come in.” I answered from inside.She entered carrying a breakfast tray comprising of fresh coffee, fruits, toast and eggs. Everything was looking perfect.“I didn’t order any this.” I

Arielle's POVI kept staring at the photograph until the edges blurred but the missing face kept haunting me more than the one I could actually see.Viktor was standing in the center of the picture, younger by a few years but unmistakably the same man. His posture was rigid, with one hand tucked into the pocket of a dark overcoat.Beside him, someone had carefully cut the other person from the photograph with precision.I turned it over for what had to be the tenth time, and I thought to myself that whoever had sent it wanted me to question Viktor but I could not fathom why. And for that reason sleep became impossible.Because every time I closed my eyes, I would see the hooded stranger, the gun pressing against my head, Viktor's unusual anger and the empty space in that photograph.By the morning of the next day, I had earlier made a decision not to ask Viktor any further questions but to wait and see his reactions without warning.Breakfast time this morning was unusually quiet as V

Arielle’s POVI couldn’t stop staring at the silver coin as its edges were stained with fresh blood, as though whoever had carried it had clutched it until the very last second. The black raven engraved into its surface seemed almost alive beneath the conference room lights, its wings spread wide as if guarding a secret no one was meant to uncover.But it wasn’t the raven that made my skin crawl, It was the sentence beneath it.“THE HEIR MUST NEVER LEARN THE TRUTH.”The words kept echoing inside my head again and again as I wondered which heir the readings meant and why someone would choose death over answering those questions.The room had gone unnaturally still that even the security guards who usually carried themselves with effortless confidence looked uneasy.I slowly looked up at Viktor, I noticed that his expression hadn’t changed much, but I had spent enough time around him to recognize the subtle signs like his jaw had tightened, his shoulders were rigid and his fingers were