บททั้งหมดของ Yours, Please #1: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 136

The heavy oak doors of the study creaked open without warning. Anny’s heart skipped a beat as she turned, her eyes widening in shock. Michele stiffened instantly, his eyes narrowing as a muscle twitched in his jaw. The relaxed, predatory ease he had worn moments ago vanished, replaced by a coiled tension that made the air crackle.  It was Adriano, standing in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. His eyes were cold, sharp as ice and they were fixed solely on his twin brother. For a moment, no one moved. The study held its breath, the shadows lengthening across the walls as the door clicked shut behind him. He was still wearing the clothes from the holding facility, a plain grey shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbow, dark trousers that had seen better days. His hair was disheveled, his jaw shadowed with

Three months. Ninety-two days since the study had shattered into a thousand pieces. Ninety-two days since the man she had loved and trusted had confessed to murder, manipulation and an obsession so dark it had nearly consumed her whole. Ninety-two days since Adriano had held her on the cold marble floor while she wept until there was nothing left inside her but a hollow, aching shell. The trial was still ongoing. It would be for months, maybe longer. Michele's legal team was formidable, the best money could buy and they were fighting every charge with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. Attempted murder. Conspiracy. Accessory to murder. The list went on, each count a fresh wound that refused to heal. Morgan, by contrast, had already pleaded guilty. She had agreed to tes

The call came at nine-fifteen the next morning. Anny was sitting on the edge of her bed, her hands wrapped around a cup of ginger tea that she hadn't touched, her eyes fixed on the phone lying face-up on the nightstand. Adriano was beside her, his arm around her shoulders, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles on her upper arm. Neither of them had slept. They had spent the night in a strange, suspended silence, trading soft reassurances and quieter fears. When the phone finally rang, Anny's heart lurched so violently she nearly dropped her tea. Adriano reached for the phone, but she stopped him. "I need to hear it myself," she whispered. He nodded and withdrew his hand. She answered the call and pressed it to her