Puck with the devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 45

Lucian Pov The twin engines of the Gulfstream throttled down to a soft, low purr as the aircraft descended through a canopy of golden afternoon sunlight.Below us, the endless blue expanse of the Aegean Sea stretched out to the horizon like a sheet of liquid sapphire. Nestled on the rugged, sun-drenched coastline of a secluded private island in the Cyclades was Villa Severin—my family’s most guarded, impenetrable sanctuary. Built high into the sheer volcanic cliffs, the white stone estate overlooked a private horseshoe bay, flanked by ancient olive groves, sweeping stone terraces, and the deep, dark turquoise of the Mediterranean.No paparazzi had ever breached the airspace. No financial journalist had ever stepped foot on its docks. It was a place where time ceased to exist, where the ruthless weight of Wall Street could not follow.When the jet touched down smoothly on the isolated private landing strip near the island’s highest ridge, the cabin door opened to an immediate, fragran

Lucian Pov By late afternoon, the fierce Mediterranean sun had softened into a gentle, honeyed glow, casting long, amber shadows across the secluded private cove below Villa Severin.The roar of Manhattan felt ten thousand miles away. Down here, at the base of the volcanic cliffs, there were no ringing cell phones, no frantic briefing memos from Julian, no camera lenses glinting from distant rooftops, and no corporate board members waiting to tear each other apart.There was only the soft, rhythmic lap of clear turquoise water against the smooth white pebbles, the salty tang of the sea breeze, and the woman walking barefoot beside me.Irene had carried her leather sandals in one hand, letting the cool foam of the tide wash over her ankles. She wore a simple, light cream sundress that caught the sea wind, her dark hair falling in soft, unstructured waves around her shoulders.I walked half a pace behind her, my sleeves rolled up to my elbows, my dark trousers damp near the hems from t