The Billionaire’s Gilded Cage のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

THE VOW BENEATH THE RAIN  Rain battered the windshield in slashing order as Jian's black sports car speed along Seoul's high-end district, city lights breaking through the rain-soaked glass. His hands clamped harder on the wheel, his body going pale. Each honk of a horn was muffled in comparison to the turmoil in his chest. Jian only thought of going home so he could freshen up, have some dry gin drinks to warm up after the heavy rain and cold weather. He couldn’t shake the image and thoughts of Chaewon on the stairs, dress soaked, lips trembling, eyes brimming with something between betrayal and heartbreak. And then that call. That damn call that made everything worse. Phone rang and Jian picked up. “You need to come… Now, It’s about Chaewon.” Jian turned the car and moved straight to the direction given to him by the call

UNLOVING ALLIANCE “She’s not your wife, Jian. She’s your sister.”Chaewon’s grip tightened around the flash drive, her face lacked color. Her eyes, usually cute, were now hollow and frozen.“No,” Jian whispered. “That can’t be right.”Chaewon backed away from him slowly, as if he was transforming into something monstrous. Her voice cracked, quiet as a razor’s edge. “What did you do?”“Nothing—I didn’t know,” he snapped, stricken. “I swear to God, I didn’t”“You kissed me,” she said.“And I do… do it again,” he moved, stepping toward her. “I don’t care what the screen says. You’re not my sister, Chaewon. I would’ve known.”“Are you sure about that?” She held up the photo. Her mother was smiling beside President Kang.Jian took the drive from her fingers, scanning the meta data. “It’s fabricated, this timestamp… it was altered. Look here,” he showed the screen to her “the shadows don’t match the angle. This is a real fake.”Chaewon stared at him, pulse slamming against her throat. “You

THE HIDDEN LEGACY The storm hadn't stopped for days. It pounded against the windows of the estate as though a warning, its rumble sounding far away in the distance. But Chaewon didn’t hear the world outside. Instead, she was immersed in a dead woman's notebook, her mother's writing in urgent scripts, filled with time and tears.Jian slipped inside wordlessly, observing her from the doorway. She hadn’t slept, hadn’t changed. There was a wild, red-rimmed to her eyes, but for the first time, she was romantically touched by Jian."Still reading?" he inquired softly, with curiosity.She didn’t glance up. “She knew that Yujin would find her. She knew one of them was destined to survive. She didn’t know which of the two sisters was to turn into a monster.”Jian approached. "What are you searching for?"Chaewon touched a tattered map stored in between pages."Answers, and that… this changes everything."He looked over her shoulder. The map depicted a rough drawing of a private compound in Ga

DANGEROUS GAMESThe fire was still burning.Smoke spiraled into the sky above the Hwan Corp headquarters. Firefighters swarmed the scene, but the truth they would never find. Not in the ashes. Not in the wreckage.Because the real war wasn’t over, it had just shifted. Inside a fortified underground war room beneath Chaewon’s private estate.Jian slammed his hand onto the steel table. “Mrs. Kim faked her death.”Han nodded grimly. “Confirmed, the body recovered was a decoy. Burned beyond recognition, planted with forged dental records.”Chaewon didn’t blink. She stood before a digital map marked with blinking red targets, every known safehouse, syndicate and Gang compound, and financial link tied to the Black Scepter.“She knew we do come for her,” Chaewon murmured. “She let the building burn to cut loose ends.”“Except one,” Jian said, looking at her. “You.”Chaewon looked up, fire in her eyes. “She wants a final game. We give it to her.”Han handed Jian a tablet. “There’s more, we in

A RACE AGAINST TIME The moment the clone died, Seoul trembled.Not literally—but in the invisible undercurrents of power, every syndicate, gang, government node, and legacy investor felt the tremor ripple through the system.Moon Hwan had lost a weapon, but not the war.In the war room beneath the Hwan Corp estate, screens blinked to life like angry eyes. Han's voice snapped through the speakers. “We’ve got movement—heavy movement.”Jian stood with his hands braced on the console. Chaewon was beside him, her expression carved in steel.“Where?” Jian demanded.Han didn’t hesitate. “Busan, Portside, Moon Hwan’s entire ghost fleet just surfaced. Cargo ships masked under humanitarian tags are now active. And intel shows they’re all converging on one destination.”He pulled up a 3D map. A small island off the southern coast.“Geojedo.”Chaewon stepped closer, squinting at the red pulse on the screen. “That’s government-protected land. Nothing’s supposed to be there.”Han gave her a look.