Second Vows Of A Scorned Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

*Avina* He wasn't wearing a jacket. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal the powerful muscles of his forearms. His handsome face was set in a hard grim line that made him look more like a predator than a head of a multibillion empire. Damn! he looked hot. Zach trailed in behind him like a silent shadow, carrying a briefcase. Ronan didn't say a word at first. He just walked to the center of the room, his eyes scanning the board members with a chilling, clinical detachment. The air bristled with a barely restrained fear. And I actually saw Halloway actually slide down in his chair, trying to make himself smaller. "I believe," Ronan said, his voice a low, vibrating growl that made the hair on my arms stand up, "that there is some confusion about the hierarchy in this room." He walked over to Sterling, who was clutching his gavel like a holy relic. “Mr. Graves," Sterling stammered, his bravado vanishing. "This... this is an internal Dr

*Ronan* The room was silent as the doctor set up the small, handheld device. He applied the cold gel to her abdomen, and for the first time, I walked over to the bed. I stood right beside her, my hand resting on the headboard. The screen slowly flickered to life. A grey, grainy image appeared, and then, a sound. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.It was fast. Steady. A tiny, frantic rhythm that felt like a sledgehammer against my heart. I stared at the screen, my throat suddenly tight. That was mine. A part of me, growing inside the only woman who had ever dared to look me in the eye and tell me to go to hell."Heartbeat is strong," the doctor whispere, nodding his head. "The baby is resilient. But let this be a warning. The mother needs peace and rest."Avina didn't say anything as she was enraptured with the image on the screen, her eyes filled with unknown emotions. I saw the doctor out to the hallway, leaving Avina to clean the gel off her stomach. The door clicked shut, and the doctor

*Ronan*She didn't hesitate. She crawled over me, her skin cool against mine, until she was straddling my hips. She looked down at me, her strawberry blonde hair falling around her face like a veil. In the shadows of the room, she looked like a goddess—ancient, powerful, and terrifyingly beautiful.She leaned down, her hands bracing on my shoulders. Her breasts dangling right over my lips. I reached up, my thumbs tracing the line of her jaw, holding her gaze. "You're sure?" I asked. "The doctor—""The doctor isn't in this bed," she snapped softly. "I am."She reached down, her fingers trembling only slightly as she guided my erection into her. I let out a low, guttural groan as she lowered herself slowly, taking every inch of me until there was no space left between us. The heat was blinding. It was a physical weight, a pressure that made my head swim.I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, but I didn't push. I let her set the pace. I let her decide the rhythm.S

*Avina* The warning from Aria lingered in the air long after she left. The gold on the bars is too shiny.I turned and watched her walk away, her steps silent on the expensive carpet. She was like a ghost in her own home, a girl who looked like a mirror image of the man who currently held my life in his hands.I shook myself out of the stupor. I was Avina Drene. I had survived a marriage to Xavier, a tragic death at his hands and a night at the docks. I wasn't going to let a teenager’s cryptic advice ruin my appetite. I continued downstairs, in search of the dinning room and after some minutes of endless searching.i found it. The dining room was vast, filled with the smell of fresh coffee and expensive wood polish. But as soon as I stepped onto the marble floor, the activity in the room stopped. A server in a crisp white jacket and two maids in grey uniforms stood frozen. Then, in one motion, they bowed.I blinked, feeling incredibly stunned. "Good morning, Ma'am," the server sa

*Avina*The heavy steel doors of the detention center hissed shut behind me, the sound echoing like a final judgment. I felt like I was walking through a dream or a nightmare. Or maybe both. My legs were heavy, and the air outside felt too thin to breathe.Sebastian’s words were a recurring loop in my brain. “They are actually more closer than you think…”I leaned against the cold brick wall of the facility for a second, trying to steady my racing heart. I wasn. My mother had lied. My father—the man I’d spent my life trying to please or defeat—wasn't even my father. And Ronan? The man who had been my shadow for the last few weeks might be the very person who orchestrated my everything. I drew in a shaky breath aiming to fill my lungs with something other than the overwhelming painc that was threatening to swallow me whole this time. Then I pulled my phone out with shaking fingers and quickly shot a text to Macy.—"Macy, look into the woman who stepped forward as the witness against