The Mafia Don's Innocent Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

REBECCADisorientation gripped me as I slowly regained consciousness, my head throbbing relentlessly. I struggled to open my eyes, only to be blinded by the harsh sunlight filtering through the window. Reflexively, I shut them again, seeking solace from the brightness.Confusion gnawed at me, and a sense of unease jolted me awake. With a sudden surge of alarm, I sat up in bed, realizing that this wasn't my familiar room. I glanced down and noticed the soft black comforter, a sight that struck panic into my heart. Everything around me seemed strangely familiar yet foreign at the same time.In a rush of adrenaline, I turned my head to the left, and a startled cry escaped my lips. Beside me sat Artemy, his back resting against the headboard, silently observing my frantic state. It dawned on me that I was in his room, a revelation that sent shivers down my spine.The last thing I remembered was succumbing to exhaustion, collapsing onto my own bed, surrendering to the sweet embrace of slee

ARTEMYBrayden's frustration grew evident as he paced the room like a caged animal, running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. I sat behind my table, crossing my arms over my chest, observing the scene unfold. Leon, worn out and exhausted, reclined on the couch with his eyes shut tight."I can't believe this. How haven't we found that bastard yet?" Brayden spat angrily. Leon muttered under his breath, "He's good. Really damn good. The bastard knows how to disappear."I had to admit Leon was right. My team had been tirelessly searching for the traitor for days, utilizing the best tracking methods available, yet we were still empty-handed. I turned my head from side to side, trying to release the tension in my neck. Frustrated, I massaged my forehead and leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table."You're right. He's undoubtedly skilled. But he can't hide forever," I said."The longer it takes to find him, the more havoc he wreaks!" Brayden snapped back."We will find hi

REBECCABeside me, Lynda burst into squeals of laughter. "Oh my God! This is hilarious!" She turned towards me, still chuckling. "You have to admit, this one was pretty funny." I shrugged, half-hearted, and redirected my attention to the movie playing on the screen. We had settled down to watch "Hangover 2," a film that was far too crude for my taste. Yet, amidst my reservations, I found myself succumbing to fits of laughter when a character discovered he had unknowingly slept with a man, mistaking him for a woman. The shocking revelation sent shivers down my spine, partly due to the excessive nudity on display. After a while, Lynda hit pause on the movie and shifted her focus towards me. "Okay, what do you want to watch? It's clea

REBECCA As the first song came to an end, an irresistible impulse took hold of me, compelling me to continue playing. I couldn't resist the pull, so I allowed my fingers to glide across the keys once more, producing the beautiful notes of one of my all-time favorite songs, "I Won't Give Up." It used to be a regular part of my daily repertoire. As the familiar melody enveloped the room, I found myself being carried away by its enchanting embrace. My voice, barely audible, joined in, whispering the lyrics in perfect harmony. The sound was gentle, even to my own ears. With each note, my racing heart gradually settled into a soothing rhythm. After a prolonged period of turmoil, an unexpected calm washed over me, accompanied by a peculiar sense of hopefulness. The piano had always been my sanctuary, a

ARTEMY When Rebecca arrived with the first aid kit, I couldn't bear the thought of her seeing me in such a broken and painful state, so I chose to ignore her. The last thing I wanted was for her to witness my vulnerability. As waves of unfamiliar emotions coursed through me, I felt consumed by self-loathing. I had always believed that displaying feelings was a sign of weakness, and yet, in Rebecca's presence, my defenses crumbled effortlessly. Whenever she played the piano, it was as if my mother were sitting there before me, alive and vibrant. The pain throbbing in my body served as a painful reminder of how I ended up in this wretched condition. Herman. Whatever form of demise he had faced, it felt insufficient. He didn't deserve to di