LOGIN“I've sacrificed so much for our sake, to get this duplicitous act from my husband and my foster sister!” My heart clenched at the sight of their naked bodies. I lacked words to say, My heart felt crushed under the weight of their sinful act! I was about to give Liam the most exciting news of our lives on our third wedding anniversary. The insemination procedure was a success, and I was pregnant with his child. That day turned out to be the opposite of what I expected it to be. I ended up being humiliated in the presence of my foster sister, I was asked to sign the divorce papers, and was also sent out of my matrimonial home that same day. **** “Mrs Sophia, there was a big complication from the final procedure we carried out on you. “What's wrong? I managed to say, without minding the tension coming from his voice. After a few minutes of silence… “A mistake occurred during the insemination procedure, leading to the incorrect sperm being used and….” he took a deep breath. "You're carrying the child of the CEO Williams Corporation.” My eyes widened in shock. “Whatttt!! This was just the beginning of my twist of fate with the ‘Cold and Callous Billionaire’.... Ethan Williams.
View Moreきらびやかなシャンデリアが煌めき、優雅な音楽が流れる王宮の夜会。色とりどりのドレスを纏った令嬢たちが、将来有望な貴公子たちと談笑に花を咲かせている。
しかし、その華やかな輪から少し離れた壁際に、ひっそりと佇む一人の少女がいた。アリア・フォン・クライネルト侯爵令嬢。
彼女は高位貴族の娘でありながら、派手さのない濃紺のドレスに身を包みんでいた。豊かな栗色の髪も控えめにまとめているだけで、まるで夜会の背景に溶け込んでいるかのよう。 周囲の華やかな令嬢たちとは対照的に、彼女に声をかける者は誰もいない。向けられるのは好奇と嘲りを含んだ視線ばかり。(また、陰口を叩かれているわね……地味だとか、侯爵家の出来損ないだとか)
アリアは小さくため息をついた。そんな陰口にはもう慣れっこだった。彼女の趣味は令嬢らしい刺繍でもなく、詩作でもなく、ましてや流行のダンスでもない。
古い書物を読み解き、屋敷の隅の物置同然の部屋で、がらくたにしか見えない金属片や歯車をいじくり回す「魔導具の研究と製作」。そんなものは淑女の嗜みではないと実の両親や兄弟からも疎まれて、社交界では奇異の目で見られていた。不意に会場の音楽が止み、ざわめきが静まった。中央に立つのはこの国の第一王子であり、アリアの婚約者であるエドワードだった。金色の髪を輝かせ、自信に満ちた笑みを浮かべた彼は、朗々と声を張り上げた。
「皆、静粛に! 本日は、我が人生における大きな決断を報告させてもらう!」
視線が一斉にエドワード王子に集まる。アリアもまた、胸騒ぎを覚えながら彼を見つめた。エドワードはアリアを一瞥すると、挑戦的な笑みを浮かべ、隣に寄り添う愛らしい令嬢の肩を抱いた。清楚な白のドレスを纏い、勝ち誇ったような笑みを浮かべているのは男爵令嬢のメアリー・ド・ロシュフォールだった。
「俺は、アリア・フォン・クライネルトとの婚約を破棄し、新たに、ここにいるメアリー・フォン・ロシュフォール嬢を婚約者として迎えることを宣言する!」
一瞬の静寂の後、会場は大きな驚きの声とそしてすぐにヒソヒソとした噂話に包まれる。エドワードはアリアに向き直り、冷酷な声で言い放った。
「アリア、君のような地味で取り柄のない女は、次期国王の妃にふさわしくない。俺の隣には、美しく聡明で、愛らしくも華やかなメアリー嬢こそが相応しい! 私は真実の愛を見つけたのだ!」
メアリーはアリアを見下ろし、唇の端を歪めて嘲笑を浮かべた。周囲の貴族たちも同情するどころか、面白がるような、あるいは侮蔑するような視線をアリアに突き刺してくる。
(ああ、やっぱり……)
アリアは込み上げてくる屈辱と悲しみを必死に押し殺し、ただ黙ってその言葉を受け止めた。抵抗する気力も意味もないことを知っていたからだ。彼女にとってこの婚約は政略的なものでしかなく、エドワード王子から愛情を注がれたことなど一度もなかったのだから。
そう、政略だ。だからこの結婚は双方の家――王家と侯爵家――が深く関わっている。本来であれば王子といえど一人の決断でどうこうできるものではない。 けれどアリアは知っていた。エドワード王子のわがままとも言える主張が通るであろうことを。「……承知、いたしました。王子殿下のお幸せを、心よりお祈り申し上げます」
かろうじてそれだけを絞り出す。深々と一礼すると、アリアは逃げるように夜会の会場を後にした。背後でエドワードとメアリーを祝福する声と、自分への嘲笑が聞こえてくるような気がした。
—Sophia’s POVThe beeping had gotten inside my head. I couldn’t tell anymore if it was real or just the sound of my blood in my ears. Every second. Every beat. Reminding me he was still here. Or warning me he might not be.Ethan was slumped forward again, forehead pressed to the bed rail, his hand covering Irene’s tiny hand. His back rose and fell in sharp jerks. I don’t think he was asleep. I don’t think he even remembered how.I sat on the edge of the bed, numb from holding myself up. My spine ached. My eyes burned like sand. But I couldn’t close them. Not when Irene’s chest rose so unevenly.He stirred again. Not much. Just a twitch of fingers, a shiver in his lashes.“Baby?” My voice cracked. I leaned down.“…Mom.”The word was hoarse, broken. But it was there. His lips moved again, slow, like he had to fight for every syllable.“…cold.”I swallowed hard, grabbing the blanket higher around him, tucking it under his chin. My fingers rubbed his arms, his chest, trying to press m
—Sophia’s POVThe night folded into morning without permission. I didn’t even know when the sky shifted. The blinds bled gray light across the room, cutting sharp lines over Irene’s body, over Ethan’s shadowed face. Everything felt wrong. Too quiet. Too loud. My heart beat like it was trying to make up for his.Ethan hadn’t moved from the chair again. His hands were locked together, pressed against his mouth like prayer or punishment, I couldn’t tell which. His eyes stayed glued to Irene’s chest, rising, falling. Rising. Falling. Every breath sounded like gravel through water.Irene stirred, his lashes twitching, a soft sound scratching out of his throat. I leaned close, my body trembling from sitting in the same position for hours. “Baby?”His lips shaped something. I bent lower, ear pressed near his mouth.“…tired.”Just that. One word. Fragile.My chest collapsed. I kissed his hairline, his temple, his cheek. “I know. I know, sweetheart. You rest. We’re here.”Ethan shot forwar
—Sophia’s POVThe morning after his whisper didn’t feel like morning. It felt like someone had dragged the night across the floor and left scraps of light on the walls. I sat in the chair, my neck stiff, my body shaking in waves I couldn’t stop.Irene’s hand was in mine. Still warm. Not strong. But warm.Ethan hadn’t moved in hours. He was folded forward in that hospital chair like his body was a question with no answer. His beard shadow was thick, his shirt wrinkled so bad it looked like he’d slept on the floor. He hadn’t. He hadn’t slept at all.Irene’s lips parted again. No sound. Just air.I leaned down, my hair falling around his face. “Baby? Say it again. I’m here.”He swallowed, his throat working hard. His lashes fluttered.“…Mom.”The word was softer than a breath, but it cracked something inside me wide open. I kissed his temple, his damp hair, my tears soaking him. “I’m here, baby. Always. Always here.”Ethan’s hand clamped on the rail like he was bracing himself against
—Sophia’s POVThe morning didn’t come so much as bleed in. Slow. Reluctant. Like it didn’t want to see us. Like even the sun couldn’t stand the weight in this room.The blinds leaked thin strips of light across Irene’s bed. Lines cutting across his face, pale and soft.His lips were parted, skin clammy but not gray. Still pink enough. Still alive enough.My hands hadn’t left him all night. One on his chest, counting, again and again. Rise. Fall. Proof. The other tangled with his fingers, though his grip was loose, almost nothing.Ethan was a wreck beside me. Head tipped against the rail, beard rough against his arm, his hand locked on Irene’s wrist like he was guarding a pulse that could vanish. His shirt was wrinkled, damp. I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears. Both. Probably both.The monitor beeped, steady. Not strong. Not weak. Just there. I hated that sound. I loved that sound. Every beat cut me open and stitched me back together in the same second.Irene stirred. Not muc






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