Contract With My Hidden Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The fabric of my structured charcoal dress felt less like clothing and more like armor, though it did nothing to stop the coldness seeping through the glass walls of the high-rise office. I sat perfectly still, my spine rigid against the leather chair, hands folded neatly in my lap. I kept my dark brown hair draped over my shoulders exactly the way my aunt preferred; smooth, and controlled. It was the uniform of a girl raised to be seen and not heard. "Sit up straighter, Vienne," Aunt Marissa murmured from beside me, her voice sharp and tailored, matching the rigid lines of her dark suit. She didn't look at me. Her gray eyes were fixed entirely on the empty leather chair across the mahogany desk. "This is not the time for your quiet stubbornness. You know exactly what is at stake if you fail to please him. Our family name will be dragged through the mud by morning. "I didn't answer. I couldn't. I merely squeezed my fingers together in my lap until my knuckles turned white, trying

The scream cut through the mansion. For one horrifying second, nobody moved. Not me. Not the guards. Not even Silas. The violent sound echoed endlessly through the dark corridors before suddenly stopping, leaving behind a suffocating silence that made my skin crawl. Silas’s entire body had gone rigid beside me. His jaw tightened so hard I thought his teeth would crack. “Sir…” one of the guards said again frantically. “I said handle it,” Silas snapped colds, his voice cutting sharp like a razor. The man immediately disappeared upstairs. My heartbeat pounded violently against my ribs as I stared toward the upper floor, my throat tight. Every instinct inside me believe that something was wrong with this house. Deeply wrong. “What was that?” I asked quietly, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to look calm. Silas didn’t answer. His expression had already sealed itself shut again, like he wasn’t panicking few seconds ago. But I knew what I saw. Fear. Real fear. And someh

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Elias’s words kept replaying in my head like a siren. “This is the girl everyone’s suddenly willing to kill for.” I was stuck in deep thought, trying to unearth the terrifying meaning behind that single sentence. Beside me, Silas’s expression remained dangerously unreadable, his entire posture locking down into something cold. "Watch your mouth, Elias," Silas said, his voice dropping to an absolute, dangerous ice. The blond man didn't flinch. Elias lifted both hands slightly in mock surrender, though a loose, amused smile still lingered in his gray eyes. “Relax, cousin. I’m simply stating facts." So that explained the resemblance. The same sharp eyes. The same dangerous calmness. Then Silas turned toward me, his expression instantly hardening back into that polished corporate mask. "Get in the car, Vienne. I hesitated. Not because I planned to refuse, but because I was beginning to realize something truly terrifying: every tim

The transition from the freezing rain to the leather interior of the backup SUV was a blur of shadows and muted sounds. I didn’t remember being carried out of the warehouse. I barely remembered the gunfire fading behind us or the heavy warehouse doors slamming shut against the storm. Everything blurred together into shadows, flashing security lights, and the overwhelming scent of cedarwood, rain, and gunpowder wrapped around me like a second skin. I was shaking uncontrollably. Not from the cold alone. Silas sat beside me like a wall of restrained violence, one powerful arm locked tightly around my waist as though he thought I might disappear into thin air if he loosened his grip for even a second. His white dress shirt was soaked through, ruined, stained with rainwater and streaked with dark blood across the sleeves. His chest rose and fell heavily, each breath rougher than the last. “Drive,” he ordered. The single word sliced through the front seat like a blade. The dri

The smile on Mrs. Evelyn’s face didn’t reach her eyes. It remained fixed, tight and fake, completely erasing the gentle woman who had brought me tea and blankets just days before. I stood frozen in the dim corridor outside Silas’s study, the half-medallion clenched tightly inside my trembling fist while watching Evelyn with the new face she suddenly switched on me. Gone was the warmth. This woman looked cold. You shouldn’t be here, Madam,” Evelyn repeated softly, the heavy ring of iron keys clinking against her palm as she slowly stepped closer. “Mr. Vane gave very clear instructions not to let you out”. I instinctively closed my fingers tighter around the medallion and slipped it deeper into my pocket. She noticed. Her eyes flickered downward for only a second, but it was enough. A cold chill slid down my spine. Behind the office doors, complete silence had fallen. They knew someone was outside. The heavy mahogany doors groaned as they were opened from the inside. S