The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — "Hand over the drive before the Boss wakes up, Vivienne," Marco commanded, voice dropping into a low, dangerous murmur. The easy‑going, pizza‑loving friend was gone; in his place stood a man who knew exactly how ruthless this world was. The thin beam of his torch pinned the tiny black device tight against her chest. "If he catches you with that, I drop the act and trust me, you don’t want to see what happens when I stop playing nice." Vivienne shook her head, tears blurring her vision as she pressed her back hard against the closet shelves. "Marco… please, I didn’t steal anything. Someone messaged me. They said this holds proof of what my father really did to Lucian’s mother. I just need to know the truth." Marco held her gaze in a heavy silence. The room felt suffocatingly still, and Vivienne braced herself sure he would turn her in instantly. Instead, he exhaled sharply and lowered the light, his sharp expression softening just

— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — The armored SUV roared like a wild beast. It raced fast through the dark streets where rain made the road shiny and wet. Inside the car silence felt heavy and frightening. Only sharp clicking sounds broke the quiet. Lucian checked and loaded his gun again and again. He never looked toward Vivienne at all. City lights flashed across his face from outside the glass. They showed his cold stare and the scar he always carried. His jaw was set tight like hard iron. Vivienne sat as far away from him as the seat allowed. Her hand closed tight around the small metal tool Marco gave her secretly. Her heart beat so fast she feared he might hear it clearly. Suddenly Lucian shoved his gun back into its holder. He turned his dark eyes toward her slowly. Those eyes looked just like a hunter watching prey. Without warning he reached one big hand out. His strong grip locked hard around her waist. He pulled her swiftly across the space between

— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — Before Evelyn could even say the first letter of Vivienne’s name, Marco moved fast. He crossed the floor in an instant and slammed his large hand over Evelyn’s mouth. Her second scream turned into a weak, quiet cry. Marco pushed her hard against the closed double doors and pressed his arm against her throat. The heavy bag she was holding fell to the floor with a loud thud. Stacks of stolen cash and shining diamond bracelets spilled out across the rug. "Make another sound, Evelyn, and I will let Lucian deal with you myself," Vivienne said fiercely, stepping forward. Her voice was steady. The fear she had carried for so long had turned into something sharp and dangerous. She tucked the $100,000,000 ledger deep inside her dress, pressing it flat against her skin as she glared at the woman who had hurt her. "And trust me, my monster is not as patient as I am." Marco slowly took his hand away from Evelyn’s mouth, but kept his g

— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —Bright Manhattan sunlight shone through the thick curtains and fell across the messy bed sheets. Vivienne opened her eyes. She felt a large warm arm holding her tight. Lucian’s big arm was wrapped firmly around her waist and his hand rested strongly on her hip even while he slept. His breathing was deep and steady against her bare shoulder and his silver scar lay just inches from her neck.Slowly his dark eyes opened wide.The moment Lucian realized he was holding her close with his face buried in her hair and his body bare and open his jaw tightened fast. The soft broken man from last night was gone instantly. He pulled his arm sharply away threw the sheet aside and swung his legs out of bed.He was building his walls up again. The proud hard to please mafia boss was back."What are you looking at little bird?" Lucian said roughly his voice deep and hoarse from sleep. He reached for his silk robe without turning back. His broad sh

— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — The sharp knife pressed a little deeper into Vivienne’s neck. A small drop of blood formed on her pale skin. The three guards Lucian left behind lay dead on the hard concrete floor. The man holding her laughed low and slow. His breath smelled like sweet mint and strong tobacco. "So you are the girl Arthur Sterling sent here," he said with a thick Russian accent. "My brother thought you would cry and beg for help. But you did not even make a sound when the lights went out." Vivienne did not feel scared anymore. All the fear she used to carry was gone after everything she had been through. She felt his gloved hands lock her wrists tight to the chair, but she also felt he was too sure of himself. He thought he had full control. He thought she was just something he could trade. She leaned back slowly against his wide chest. A small, bold smile touched her lips in the dim light. "Why would I scream?" she whispered. Her voice was s