The CEO's Revenge Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

CHAPTER 31DISCOVEREDEvanka pulled her phone from her handbag and dialed Evana’s number while staring out through the window toward the side yard.The call did not connect.She tried again.Still nothing.Only the cold automated voice answered.“Your call cannot be completed. The number you have dialed is unavailable or outside the service area.”“Seriously?” Evanka muttered in frustration. “Where have you gone, Evana?”She lowered the phone, stared at the screen for a moment, then tried once more, this time with growing impatience.The same result.No answer.No connection.Evanka let out a long breath, forcing herself to think positively.Maybe her phone died.She stood up and walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator.Empty.No leftover food. No groceries. Nothing that suggested someone had been living there recently.“She really left.”Evanka closed the refrigerator door slowly, annoyance spreading across her face. She pressed her fingers against her temple, feeling the e

CHAPTER 33: EVANA & EVANKAEvanka Collins stepped out of a sleek black luxury sedan with effortless grace and unwavering confidence.The sharp click of her heels echoed softly across the pavement as she walked. An ivory white coat draped elegantly over her slender frame, lending her the air of European nobility. Her dark hair was swept into a flawless chignon, with a few loose strands brushing gently against her temples. At thirty-five, she looked remarkably younger, like a fine vintage wine that had only grown richer with time.Her beauty was captivating.Refined.Her eyes were sharp with quiet maturity, framed by perfectly arched brows that looked as though they had been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her deep crimson lips rarely curved into a smile, yet their restraint only heightened the aura of a woman who was difficult to approach and even harder to conquer.Evanka Collins was not a woman anyone forgot.Nor was she a woman whose heart surrendered easily.She was the kind of wo

CHAPTER 35: THE WEDDING NIGHTThe chandelier cast a soft golden glow across the ceiling of the Loghan family's master suite.The room was too magnificent.Too quiet.Too unfamiliar for Eva, who sat rigidly at the edge of the bed.She was still wearing her wedding gown, though it no longer seemed beautiful. Not because the ivory lace had faded, but because its wearer felt less like a bride than a prisoner.Aron Loghan stood beside the window with his back to her.The sleeves of his white shirt were neatly rolled to his elbows. His tie had been removed and tossed carelessly over a nearby chair. Beyond the glass, the dark Yorkshire sky hung low over the estate.Eva drew a slow breath.The chill creeping through her bones had nothing to do with the weather."I've done everything you wanted," she said flatly. "When are we leaving this place?"She didn't hate Yorkshire.She was simply exhausted from living inside a lie.Aron offered no reply."I want to go to the hospital," she continued, h

CHAPTER 37: WRATH UNLEASHEDEverything had been prepared with the precision of a perfectly laid trap.As Aron Loghan knelt before the fireplace, calmly coaxing the flames to life, Eva's heart pounded while an icy current coursed through her veins.A suffocating fear closed around her.Aron Loghan wasn't merely unstable.He was terrifying.Only someone utterly devoid of empathy could inspire so much fear while remaining so unnervingly calm."I want you to stand before the fire without your clothes.""No."Eva's refusal came without hesitation."I won't.""For tonight," Aron replied in an even voice heavy with quiet authority, "there is no way out."Only then did Eva realize every door had been locked.She was trapped.Alone with a man who looked like a Greek god yet carried himself like the gatekeeper of hell.The flames in the hearth suddenly seemed less like warmth and more like the threshold of damnation itself."Why are you doing this?"Her voice trembled, but she still forced hers

CHAPTER 39The FenceThree knocks echoed through the house.Firm.Measured.Heavy.Eva instinctively turned toward the front door, though she remained frozen beside the fireplace. Aron rose without a word and opened it.A tall man in a dark overcoat stood outside, a black leather suitcase in one hand and a slim document folder in the other."The clothes you requested."So that was why Aron had summoned his lawyer in the middle of the night.The man hesitated before continuing."And... there's one more matter. Someone has made an offer on this property."Aron took only the suitcase, ignoring the folder."Yesterday the buyer's legal representative contacted me to negotiate," the lawyer explained. "Their client is prepared to pay whatever price you ask.""Tell them this."Aron's voice was calm, unwavering."This house is not for sale. It never will be. Not to anyone. Not at any price."Eva listened in silence.Something inside her tightened.This house is not for sale.Not to anyone.Not