I married the devil to bury my father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The first time Elena Devereaux wished her father dead, she was twelve years old.She remembered every detail of that night.The shattered wine glass.Her mother’s trembling hands.The expensive smile Vincent Devereaux wore in public, disappearing the moment the front door closed behind him.To the rest of the world, Vincent was a legend.A billionaire. A philanthropist. A respected businessman whose name appeared on hospital buildings, scholarship foundations, and charity galas. Newspapers called him the nation’s golden son. Television hosts praised his generosity. Politicians fought for invitations to his dinner table.Only those who lived under his roof knew the truth.Monsters didn’t always grow fangs.Sometimes they wore tailored suits.Sometimes they smiled for cameras.Sometimes they called themselves “Father.”Twelve years later, Elena no longer wished for his death.Death was too merciful.She wanted him to lose everything he had spent decades building.His wealth.His reputat

“My father didn’t just ruin your life, Elena.” Damien’s voice lingered in the room long after he had spoken. “He destroyed mine too.” The silence that followed was almost unbearable. Elena lowered her eyes, trying to process everything she had learned in the last hour. The man she had walked into this mansion believing was nothing more than a ruthless mafia boss was standing before her as another victim of Vincent Devereaux. Not a victim who had surrendered. A victim who had waited. Planned. Survived. She looked up. “So all these years…” “You’ve been preparing.” Damien nodded once. “I don’t believe in revenge fueled by anger.” “I believe in revenge built with patience.” He walked to the window overlooking the estate. Rain continued to pour over the sprawling grounds, blurring the lights beyond the gates. “I’ve watched your father become untouchable.” “He bought judges.” “He bought senators.” “He bought loyalty.” “But there’s one thing money has never been able to

The ring box sat between them.Neither of them reached for it.Elena stared at the black velvet as though it carried the weight of her future.“If destroying your father means losing everything you’ve ever known…”“…will you still choose revenge?”Damien’s question echoed in her mind.She thought of the mansion she had grown up in.The expensive clothes.The luxury cars.The glamorous parties.To the outside world, she had lived a life most people dreamed of.But every beautiful memory was poisoned by another one.Her mother’s silent tears.Locked bedroom doors.Conversations that ended the moment she entered the room.Birthdays her father never attended unless photographers were present.A childhood purchased with fear.She slowly lifted her eyes.“I lost everything a long time ago.”Damien watched her carefully.“The money was never mine.”“The name was never mine.”“The life…”She smiled sadly.“…was never mine either.”For the first time since meeting her, Damien saw certainty ins

No one moved. The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. ”…he says his name is Daniel Devereaux.” Elena’s heart stopped. “What did you say?” Aldo repeated himself carefully. “He claims to be Daniel Devereaux.” Marco was the first to react. “Impossible.” “The boy disappeared over twenty years ago.” Damien’s expression remained unreadable. “Describe him.” Aldo listened through his earpiece. “Male.” “Approximately twenty-seven years old.” “Six feet two.” “Dark hair.” “Grey eyes.” The elderly woman gasped softly. “Grey eyes…” Marco looked at her. “What is it?” She swallowed hard. “Elena has her mother’s eyes.” “…but Daniel was born with Vincent’s.” Elena stared at her. “My father has grey eyes.” The woman nodded. “So did your brother.” A heavy silence settled over the room. Damien reached for his jacket. “No one leaves this room.” Marco frowned. “You’re going alone?” “I’ll decide whether he’s a threat.” Elena stepped forward. “I’m coming.” “No.” “

The room was silent. No one took their eyes off the frozen image on the laptop screen. Five children. Five numbers. One nightmare. Damien slowly closed the laptop. “Disconnect it from the network.” Aldo immediately removed the flash drive. “What are you thinking, sir?” Damien looked at Daniel. “I’m thinking someone wanted us to see that video.” Marco frowned. “You think it’s a trap?” “I think nothing arrives at my doorstep by accident.” Daniel was still staring at the blank laptop screen. His breathing had finally steadied, but the fear in his eyes remained. Elena walked over and knelt beside him. “Daniel.” He looked at her. “The voice…” “Are you sure it wasn’t Father’s?” Daniel nodded without hesitation. “I’ve heard Vincent’s voice enough times to recognize it.” “This was someone else.” “Older.” “Calmer.” “And far more frightening.” Elena frowned. “How can a voice be frightening?” Daniel looked away. “Because everyone obeyed it.” He swallowed. “Even V