LOGINDanica Laurent never imagined one mistake could change her entire life. After a reckless night with a stranger, she finds herself pregnant and shamed in front of the world. Eden Cross, a ruthless billionaire with everything never planned to take responsibility for the pregnancy when he finds out. He still loves his ex, fashion icon Erica Lancaster. But under pressure from his grandmother and the looming media storm, he steps forward… on one condition. A one-year contract. One year of marriage. One hundred million dollars will be given to her. And after that? She must disappear—without the child. But Danica has dreams of her own. A struggling medical student, she agrees to the contract. But what happens when hearts start to shift? When Eden’s cold heart starts to burn for her? He gave her one year, but she might steal a lifetime.
View More都内の閑静な住宅街の一角。豪邸が立ち並ぶ中に、一軒のこじんまりとした家があった。
小さな庭と赤い屋根が印象的なこの家は、四月の初旬、桜が咲き乱れる中で慌ただしかった。
「瑠香、待って! 今日から保育園だから!」
私のその声に、一歳三か月の娘はさらに廊下を走るスピードを上げた。追いかける私と遊んでいるつもりなのだろうが、こっちは必死だ。
「ねえ、お母さん! 瑠香を止めて!」
ようやく転ぶことなく小さな段差を超えられるようになった瑠香は、毎日元気いっぱいだ。
「ほーら、捕まえた」
私の母、静江にすっぽりと抱っこされた瑠香は、楽しそうにキャキャと声を上げる。
「彩華、今日十二時にお迎えでいいのよね?」
専業主婦の母が心配そうに私に声をかける姿に、少し苦笑する。
「うん、ごめんね。お願い。今日は慣らし保育だから早いの」
「本当に私はいいのよ。瑠香を保育園に入れなくても。ねー、瑠香」
その母の優しさはとても嬉しい。しかし、母にだって予定が入ることもあるだろうし、持病もある。あまり無理をさせたくないのが実情だ。
「早めに迎えに行ってくれるだけで助かるから」
そう言いながら、私と瑠香の部屋へ行き、クローゼットから久しぶりの洋服を取り出す。子育てに忙しかったこの一年は、Tシャツにジーパンという出で立ちだったが、今日はセンタープレスのブラックのパンツに、薄いブルーのインナー。それにジャケットを手にして階段を下りる。
リビングに入れば、瑠香を子供用の椅子に座らせながら、一緒に朝食をとる両親の姿があった。
東雲彩華、二十六歳。ブラウンの肩までの髪に、目はぱっちりとした二重だ。美人というタイプではなく、どちらかといえば幼く見えるかもしれない。身長は159㎝で、至って普通の体型だと思う。
高校を卒業後、大学へと進学して、大手のKOWA総合システムに入社した。しかし、一年半前から出産のために産休を取っており、今日から久しぶりの出社だ。
休みに入る前、シングルマザーとして出産をすることを一部の人に伝えてあり、その当時は多少噂にもなったし、父親が誰かという憶測もあった。今もその話が残っているかわからないが、戻ることに不安がないと言えば嘘になる。
しかし、私は、一生懸命働いて瑠香を育てていかなければいけない。この一年、実家の両親に甘えてばかりだったのだ。
今は父も働いているし、私たち二人を快く迎え入れてくれているが、きっといろいろ思うこともあるだろう。
そんな気持ちを隠すように、私は明るく声を上げる。
「ねえ、なんか新入社員みたいじゃない?」
キッチンで自分のコーヒーを用意しながら、母に問いかければ、まじまじと母も私を見る。
「確かにそう言われればそう見えるけど、気持ちは新入社員みたいなものでしょ? いいんじゃない?」
明るく言ってくれる母に、私も笑顔を浮かべる。
「彩華、今日は瑠香は俺が送っていくから」
新聞を読んでいて、私の姿に興味を持っていないと思っていた父の言葉に、「え?」と聞き返す。
「久しぶりの仕事なのに、遅刻はダメだからな」
そう言いながらも、父は瑠香を見ると表情を崩す。
「瑠香、じーじと一緒に行こうな」
「あーい」
意味がわかっているのかどうかわからないが、口いっぱいにおにぎりをほおばりながら瑠香は私にバイバイと手を振った。
「そう、じゃあお言葉に甘えて。お父さんありがとう」
「ああ」
私の素直なお礼に少しバツが悪そうな父を見て、母もクスクスと笑い声をあげた。
「いってきます!」
ここから会社までは電車で三十分ほどかかる。初日は少し早めに行きたいこともあり、両親に瑠香を任せると、久しぶりのパンプスを履いて外に出た。
そして数十歩歩くと、私の身長の二倍はある高い塀が現れる。その塀に沿ってしばらく歩くと、ようやく大きな門が見えてきた。
私の家とは比べ物にならないほど大きな洋館。小さい頃何度も遊びに行ったお宅だ。
しかし、今は誰も住んでおらず、手入れされていた木々が伸びてしまっている。
昔は、そこには春子おばあ様と私より四つ年上の男の子の二人が住んでいた。
雪平日向。私の生まれた時からの幼馴染であり、兄であり、守ってくれる人だった。
くりっとした好奇心いっぱいの瞳に、抜群な運動神経。日向の家の庭の木に登ってはおりられなくなる私をいつも助けてくれていた。「どうして両親ではなく、おばあ様と住んでいるの?」そう子供心に残酷なことを聞いてしまった時も、「二人は海外に行ってるんだよ」そう言って明るく笑ってくれる人だった。
家が隣同士。それだけでは片付けられないほど、私たちには絆があった。
_Author’s POV_Danica sketched in the living room while the light was still soft. Eden left early, his keys off the hook before seven, the front door closing behind him. They moved through the house like two people who had made a quiet agreement, not to crowd each other, not to ask for more than the day required. It was manageable. It was, in its way, almost peaceful.Evelyn had gone out for errands. The house was still. Danica had her legs tucked under her on the sofa, sketchbook in her lap, a cup of tea going cold on the table beside her.The doorbell rang. She didn’t look up.She heard the house helper open the door. Heard a voice, clear and unhurried, a kind of voice that expected to be listened to.Then she heard her name. Not called out. Just said. Announced, almost.She looked up.The woman who walked in was dressed like she had somewhere better to be and had chosen here anyway. Flowers in her hand, yellow, wrapped in brown paper, and the easy, settled confidence of someone w
_Author’s POV_Grandma Cross didn’t lecture long.“Stay away from Sienna.” She told him again. Not because she had any particular feelings about the woman, though the slight curl of her mouth suggested otherwise and she didn’t bother correcting it. But because Danica was pregnant and living under his roof, and the least Eden owed her was a quiet environment. Stress was not abstract. They had already had one hospital scare. She said this the way she said most things, plainly, without performance, as if the facts were simply facts and it was up to Eden to do something with them.Then she told him something he wasn’t expecting.That she liked Danica. That she had liked her from the moment they met, before the wedding, before any of this became what it was. That the girl had a quietness to her that Grandma respected, the kind that came from actually having something going on inside, not the kind that was performed for an audience.She had dug into Dani’s history.“Don’t waste her,” She s
_Author’s POV_Danica was ready by eleven forty-five.She wasn’t going to think about that. It meant nothing. Eden had said noon and she was ready before noon and that was just called being organised.She came downstairs with her bag and Eden was already in the hallway in a dark coat looking the way he always looked, which was annoyingly put together, and she was very tired of noticing that. He glanced at her. She glanced at him.Neither of them said anything about yesterday morning.Not his arm around her waist that she had woken up to and spent a full minute pretending she was still asleep through because she didn’t know what else to do with herself.They had a silent agreement. It had not been discussed. It simply existed.Evelyn stood at the door to see them off with the expression of a woman trying very hard not to look like she was sending two children to be told off. She squeezed Danica’s hand once. Said nothing. Watched them get into the car.The drive was an hour and a half.
_Author’s POV_The house was quiet when Eden got home.Not the kind of quiet that felt empty. The kind that felt settled, like the whole building had exhaled and gone to sleep without waiting for him. The helpers were in bed. Evelyn wasn’t in the kitchen. No television sounds, no distant footsteps, no one rattling around anywhere. Just the low sound of a house that had decided it was done for the night.Eden was not drunk. He wanted to be clear about that, at least to himself. He was simply occupying the pleasant middle ground between fully sober and not, where his body knew what it was doing and his brain had agreed to be less annoying about everything. He loosened his tie in the hallway. Dropped his keys on the side table. Stood there for a second doing nothing in particular.He should go upstairs. To his room. The room with his bed in it, where he slept, like a normal person.He went upstairs.He just didn’t go to his room.He didn’t examine why his feet took him to her door inst
_Author’s POV_Eden stood in the lobby of his hotel, his luggage already packed and waiting by the concierge desk. His flight back to New York was scheduled for that evening, and he couldn’t leave Argentina fast enough. The past few days had been a disaster, the photos with Sienna, the constant med
_Danica’s POV_I stayed in bed for hours after my father’s call, staring at the ceiling. The tears had dried on my face, leaving my skin tight and uncomfortable, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.Evelyn had come in twice to check on me. The first time, she’d asked if I wanted breakfast. I’d said
_Author’s POV_Eden stared at Sienna, his mind suddenly blank. Of all the places in Argentina, of all the parties and events, she had to be here. The universe had a cruel sense of humor.Before he could say anything, the lights in the ballroom dimmed slightly. A spotlight illuminated the center of
_Danica’s POV_ The silence in the police station after my declaration felt heavy, almost suffocating. My father stood frozen, his face cycling through shades of red and purple as he processed what I’d just said. Behind him, through the bars of the holding cell, I could see Margot clutching the met
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