UGLY? No More! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Diana stood again, picking up one of the pages from the floor, the official custody notice embossed with Julian’s family seal.“You took everything from me,” she murmured, running her thumb over his signature, her expression darkening. “Now I’ll take it all back.”Diana walked to the window, pulling the curtains open just enough to let in the harsh afternoon light.The city stretched out below, Julian’s empire, his perfect little world. Somewhere out there, he was probably smiling, taking his son from school, holding Elara’s hand.Her jaw clenched. “Enjoy it while you can,” she whispered, eyes burning. “Because when I’m done… no one will believe your pretty little lies. Not when they find out Mira isn’t yours. As you all think. Not when I tell the world that the Cross's built their perfect family on a fraud.”She turned from the window, face hard and calculating now.The fury in her chest cooled into focus, a cold, deliberate resolve.She walked back to the desk, gathered the scatter

Julian picked up his phone and placed the order, while Elara gathered the kids onto the couch.They watched a movie while waiting for the food, Mira tucked under one arm and Milo on the other side, holding onto a pillow nearly twice his size.When the pizza arrived, Julian handled the plates, teasing Elara about her precise way of folding napkins while Mira insisted on picking out the biggest slice for everyone.Milo watched them, hesitant at first, but by the time dessert came out, he was laughing too, that soft, careful laugh that finally broke free.It wasn’t loud or grand or picture perfect. But as Elara leaned her head on Julian’s shoulder, watching Mira feed Milo a spoonful of melting ice cream, she realized she hadn’t felt this kind of peace in years.There were still storms outside, people talking, speculating, waiting for cracks to appear. But tonight, in this cozy penthouse full of laughter and warmth, none of that mattered.They were a family.And somehow, despite everythin

Diana scrolled through the chaos again and laughed, that light, bitter laugh that always came when she felt victorious.She imagined Elara’s perfect little family huddled in confusion once they found out.“Oh, they’ll see,” she murmured to herself, eyes sharp with madness. “They’ll all see how fragile she really is.”She looked at the framed photo on her wall, one she’d staged with Milo, smiling for a charity magazine feature. She touched the glass gently, her voice low, trembling with both fury and obsession.“I didn’t come this far to lose, Milo,” she whispered. “You’re my ticket back. Julian will choose us, one way or another.”Back at the penthouse, Elara poured syrup over Mira’s pancakes, laughing as the little girl tried to make a “smiley face” with strawberries.Milo giggled beside her, cereal bowl half spilled, Julian’s deep laugh echoing down the stairs as he joined them.The picture was perfect, warm, domestic, golden. But their phones were buzzing, their names were trending

Julian kept glancing at her through the rearview mirror as they drove. Normally, mornings with Mira were loud and full of laughter, she’d chatter about her hair, her classmates, the songs she and Milo made up, even the color of the sky. But today, that spark was gone.She sat quietly in her seat, her backpack hugged tightly against her chest, looking out the window with her lips pressed together. The silence felt heavy, wrong.“Mira,” Julian started softly, keeping his tone gentle, “you okay, sweetheart?”A small pause. Then a flat, quiet, “Yeah.”He tried again. “You’re usually talking my ear off by now.”“I don’t feel like it,” she said, still staring out the window.Julian exhaled slowly. “Is it because of what happened earlier?”She didn’t answer right away. Then, finally, in a small, trembling voice, “Why were they saying that, Daddy?”His hands tightened around the steering wheel. He’d expected that question, dreaded it, but hearing it from her, it still hurt.“They were saying

The drive home was quiet, painfully so. Normally, Mira would be chattering about her classmates, about art class or some silly dream she’d had the night before. But now, she just stared out the window, her little hand fiddling with the bracelet Elara had made her.Every time Julian glanced at her in the mirror, she looked smaller, more fragile.The weight in his chest grew heavier with each passing mile.He knew something was wrong, more than just a schoolyard scuffle. Those paparazzi hadn’t just shown up at random. The questions they’d been shouting, Who’s your real father?, Is it true what they say about your mom?, those weren’t rumors picked up on the street.Someone had leaked something. And it was spreading fast.Julian’s phone vibrated again in his pocket, for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. He didn’t dare look at it while driving. Not yet. Not with Mira sitting there, her shoulders hunched, her voice small when she finally whispered,“I don’t wanna go back to th