Soraの小説

Elena's POV I squinted at first, figuring maybe it was a glitchy highlight reel or some pre-recorded toast gone wrong, but no it's crystal clear footage from the makeup room, live and unfiltered. The bride's got her legs wrapped tight around some sweaty random dude, going at it like the wedding vows were just elevator music in the background. Her moans are booming through the speakers now, nails raking down his back, full-on explicit sex unfolding for all three hundred guests to gawk at, no cuts, no mercy. Holy shit, my jaw legit drops open I can't even process it fast enough. No one knew a thing not me, not Adrian, nobody in this fancy-ass crowd had a clue this was coming. Alex turns to stone right there, his face draining every drop of color until he's ghost-white, eyes locked on the screen like it's personally stabbing him. The bride's family looks like they're about to puke their caviar right back up, hands over mouths, while his side starts boiling over with this pure, unfi

Elena's POVA few days later, I stood in front of my full-length mirror, fingers smoothing the sleek emerald gown over my hips, watching how the fabric hugged my curves just right, making me feel powerful, untouchable. I'd moved on from Alex honest to God, I had. Dated Adrian, let him drown out every last echo of my ex with those endless, intense nights where he'd whisper promises against my skin until I forgot my own damn name. But that betrayal? The way he'd cheated me without blinking? It lingered like a bruise that never quite healed. Deep down, under all the "I'm over it" bullshit I fed myself, I wanted him to taste it too the sharp sting of watching someone you once had slip through your fingers forever. And my stupid heart? It still carved Adrian's presence like a junkie needing a fix, aching for him to be close even when my head screamed to keep him at arm's length. He was telling the truth this time, I knew it somewhere in my bones. Probably always had been. But why make

"Miss me today?" His tone was light, teasing, but his eyes held that possessive heat. She didn't look up, her pencil flying across the paper in sharp, decisive strokes. "Like a hole in the head, ." Adrian chuckled, low and warm, the sound rumbling through his chest as he picked up one of her fabric swatches a heavy wool blend and rubbed it thoughtfully between his fingers. "This one's too stiff for the cocktail dress you're sketching. It'll hang wrong on the curves. Try the silk-cashmere from the back rack instead; it'll drape like liquid." There was a playful glint in his eye, like he was sharing an inside secret, fully at ease in her world. Elena's brush paused mid-stroke, and she finally looked up, her cheeks flushing not with flattery but with rising anger. "And what exactly makes you think you know my designs better than I do?" "Two years watching every move," he replied smoothly, voice dropping to that husky timbre that always sent a shiver down spines. "I know

Third person pov Adrian's sleek black Bentley glided through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the wipers cutting steady arcs across the windshield like a metronome counting down to an inevitable confrontation. Elena sat rigid in the passenger seat, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, staring out at the blurred neon lights streaking past. The silence between them hung heavy, thicker than the downpour hammering the roof, suffocating every breath. He stole glances at her the sharp, defiant line of her jaw clenched in anger, the way her fingers dug into her own biceps as if she were physically holding herself together to keep from shattering right there. The air smelled of wet leather and tension, and Adrian felt it coiling in his gut like a spring ready to snap.He couldn't stand it any longer. His hands tightened on the leather-wrapped steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. "Elena," he said finally, his voice low and rough, almost lost under the engine's steady hum.

Elena's POV "You don't get to stand there acting like some protector after terrorizing my life," I said, my voice shaking hard now as I stepped back from him, putting distance between us across the sitting room. Anger boiled up fresh and raw, washing over the shock of seeing him here, in this house, behind every single threat that had me looking over my shoulder for weeks. "Ivan's family is destroyed because of you. My studio violated. Police lying for you. This isn't love, Adrian. This is obsession. Sick obsession." Adrian's face tightened just a fraction, but he didn't back off, just stood there watching me with those dark eyes that used to make me feel safe but now only made my skin crawl. "Elena, you think I wanted it this way? Two years watching you build everything without me every dinner, every laugh with Lila, every new client I took it because I had no choice. But I couldn't stay away anymore." "No choice?" I laughed sharp and bitter, shaking my head as I paced to

Elena's POV That final text had been eating away at me all day: **"Date night's over. Now we talk. Via Convento 47. Midnight. Come alone."** Lila begged me not to go, kept saying we should call someone police, security, anybody but something about that message pulled at me hard. The absolute confidence that I'd show up alone. I needed to see this creep's face. Needed it over before Ivan woke up from his coma or God knows who came next. My Alfa's headlights barely cut through the coastal fog as I turned onto Via Convento, GPS signal dying completely halfway down. Number 47 appeared suddenly not a normal house but this massive compound with tall iron gates, stone walls that looked serious, floodlights sweeping slow across the gravel driveway. I slowed down, honestly shocked at the size of it. *Who the hell lives here?* Two guys in dark suits stood at the gate, hands near their belts like they carried. Not some random stalker. This was real money. Real control. One nodded at me as

Aria POV "Don't fucking touch my wife, you filthy bastard!" Damien's voice cut through the air like a thunderclap, raw and seething with a fury I'd never heard from him before, each word driven home by another vicious punch. I stood there frozen in shock, watching Vaswani reel back against the couch, his arms flailing uselessly to shield himself while Damien kept coming relentlessly, face contorted in protective rage. Blood sprayed from Vaswani's nose and mouth, staining the rug beneath him as he crumpled to the floor, groaning weakly through busted lips. "How dare you come into my home and lay hands on her? I'll end you for this, you piece of shit!""Damien, stop!" My voice broke high and desperate, tears already streaming hot down my face as I threw myself forward, grabbing at his arm with both hands mid-swing. Vaswani lay there now, face unrecognizable a swollen mess of blood and bruises, barely conscious and wheezing through the carnage Damien had unleashed. But Damien's f

Aria POVOne Week LaterOne week had slipped by since that revealing night at the hospital, and life with Damien had eased into this tentative new rhythm where mornings brought him standing at the stove flipping pancakes as if trying to wipe away all those lonely breakfasts I'd endured alone, while evenings filled with conversations that stayed light but honest, gradually mending the trust we'd nearly lost. He'd been caught up with late nights at the office most days though, endless meetings keeping him away as I moved through the expansive house with just the staff for company, feeling like we were finally gaining some solid footing even if the old scars lingered beneath the surface. Tonight around six his text arrived straightforward as always *Meeting running late. Home after nine.* so I told Martha and the others they could head out early, figuring I'd reheat leftovers and wait for him stretched out on the couch. The house grew still as twilight deepened outside, me lounging i

Aria POVRain poured in relentless sheets across the windshield as we pulled away from my parents' house, the wipers struggling to keep up while a tight ball of unease tightened further in my stomach with every passing street. I'd only agreed to this one hour because a small corner of me still clung to the possibility of an explanation, something that might justify the divorce papers I'd placed so carefully on his pillow, but sitting beside Damien in the passenger seat felt like willingly stepping back into the exact silence that had driven me away in the first place. The familiar road home unfolded ahead, streetlights smearing past through the downpour, and I kept glancing across at him jaw clenched firm, eyes locked straight ahead, not one word exchanged since we'd fastened our seatbelts. I expected him to break the quiet eventually, to start outlining whatever proof he believed would change my mind about us, but the minutes dragged on thick and oppressive until the weight of it

Damien POVThe drive home always unwound the day's tension, city lights fading behind me as I pulled into the driveway expecting the usual quiet house waiting. But something felt off tonight from the moment I stepped inside no faint clatter from the kitchen where Aria sometimes lingered over late dishes, no soft glow spilling from the living room, just an emptiness that settled heavy in the air. Shook it off as fatigue while loosening my tie and heading upstairs, keys jingling lightly in my pocket, eager for a shower and bed. Pushed the bedroom door open casually, and that's when it hit a crisp white folder lying perfectly centered on my pillow like it had been placed there with purpose. Stomach tightened as I picked it up, flipping it open to bold black letters that stopped me cold: *Petition for Dissolution of Marriage*. Pages rustled under my fingers, legal terms blurring slightly as reality sank in sharp and disbelieving. Her handwriting sat neat on a note below: *Sign when r

Aria POVMorning came too fast after that sleepless night, sunlight slicing through the curtains like it had no business being so bright when my world felt so dark. I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, letting the decision settle deeper into my bones divorce wasn't just an idea anymore, it was the only path left. I'd given everything to this marriage, chased shadows of connection through storms and silences, only to end up hearing him whisper love to another woman in the room next door. No more. Quietly, I got up, pulled on jeans and a sweater, and slipped out while his car was still gone, the house holding its breath around me. Hailed a cab downtown to the lawyer's office I'd looked up late in the night, a small firm with good reviews for handling things discreetly.The meeting felt surreal, sitting across from Mr. Reynolds in his cramped office lined with law books and faded certificates. He listened without judgment as I laid it out irreconcilable differences,

Aria's POVI stopped trying after the hospital day. No more early mornings rushing to make his favorite breakfast or setting the table with that quiet hope he might sit down with me for once. No more fixing my hair in the mirror or slipping into the colors he used to notice just to catch a glance from him. No more standing by the door with soft questions about his day when he came home late, hoping to pull him into some kind of conversation. What was the point of any of it when I'd walked in on him kissing Sophia's forehead in that hospital room, holding her so gently like she was the only person who mattered? I'd seen enough. So I pulled back completely, staying locked in my room through the long days, only creeping out once I heard the sound of his car pulling away down the driveway each morning. Then I'd make a quick coffee in the kitchen, sit for a bit in the living room if the light was good, or wander the gardens when the weather allowed. But the moment his engine rumbled