On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Nyx’s world shattered. Her parents celebrated her twin sister and ignored her entirely, a final insult after years of coldness and favoritism. Humiliated and aching to escape, she walked straight into Basque—the city’s most dangerous club. There, under flashing lights and the pull of reckless music, she caught the eye of a man everyone feared—the ruthless mafia boss who owned the night. One drink, one touch, one reckless decision… and by morning, he was gone. A month later, Nyx learned that she was pregnant. Her family’s rejection turned vicious, and she was cast out with nothing but her shame and the child growing inside her. Six years of struggle followed—cheap apartments, dead-end jobs, and a daughter who became her only reason to fight. Then fate threw him back into her life. A chance encounter. A cold stare. A card pressed into her hand. Days later, tragedy struck—her little girl was left clinging to life after a hit-and-run. Desperate and out of options, Nyx went to the only man who could save her… unaware he was the father. His price? "Give me your body,and I'll give you money" Now, Nyx must decide to sell her body to the devil who destroyed her, or watch the only person she loves slip away. But in the shadows of power and lust, nothing is as simple as a deal. And the devil always collects more than you owe.
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例えるなら私は一本の煙草《シガレット》。
火を点ければ中心温度は約800℃にもなる。
真っ赤に燃え広がり、5,300種類以上もの化学物質を含んだ煙を排出して、後は静かに灰になっていく。
まるで落ち目女優の人生そのもの。
「侑《ユウ》さんがもう駄目だと思うなら、残りの人生俺に下さいよ。」
事務所が同じで、後輩でもある綿貫昂生《わたぬきこうせい》は、今飛ぶ鳥をも落とす勢いで売れている人気俳優である。
去年主演を務めた映画で、アカデミー賞の優秀主演男優賞を受賞。 そこから人気が一気に爆発して、今年はドラマの主演だけでも既に3作品目を更新中。 新たに映画の主演も決まっている。 加えてCM起用に、テレビ、バラエティ番組への出演依頼も殺到しているんだとか。まさに今、誰よりも多忙を極めている男だ。
年齢は私より二つ下の32歳。かみは黒で、瞳は焦茶色。鼻筋が通り、全体的に色気がある。
容姿も雰囲気もどこか日本人離れしていて、欠点など見つからないくらい完璧だ。 声は澄んだ低音で、私服はいつもモノトーンにまとめ上げたコーデ。 香水は爽やかなマリン系を漂わせている。基本的に誰にでも優しい。そんな彼がこんな落ち目女優の私に。
「一体………何の冗談?」
その言葉を私の口から自然と発生させる程に。おかしな提案だった。
*15歳で朝ドラデビューした私、常磐侑《ときわ ゆう》は一躍時の人となった。
———飾らない素朴さの中にも煌めく才能。
独特な台詞の言い回しや、間の空け方の絶妙さ。滲み出る情熱感。 彼女の演技は見る人の心を揺さぶる。これぞまさに天性の女優と言えるだろう———その時、一緒に映画の仕事をした監督の言葉は当時の雑誌の誌面を飾った。
そうやって一度人気になると、CMに、テレビ番組のゲストに、ドラマ出演など次々と仕事が舞い込んできた。だけど——人気というものはそう長くは続かないものだ。
「ねえ、この人名前なんだっけ?」
「えどれ?どの人?
あー…それ常磐侑だよ。」「あ、そうだった!すっかり忘れてたあ」
「確かに。テレビでも全然見ないからね。」
立ち寄ったカフェで、スマホの動画を見てる若いOL風の2人組。
そんな彼女達のすぐそばに当人が座っていても気づかれない程、薄れた存在。 それが現在《いま》の私————。Ricardo’s POVThe bass in oscuro throbbed wildly through the VIP court, rattling the ice in my glass. The air was a heady mix of expensive perfume, spilled champagne, and the low moans of two women tangled against me. One straddled my lap, her nails grazing my jawline, while the other knelt between us, lips tracing the inside of my thigh. I liked them like this—hungry, eager to please, ready to forget their names in exchange for the glint of my money.A fresh stack of chips sat untouched on the glass table, my winnings from the night. My luck had been relentless lately—proof, I told myself, that the universe was finally returning what Luis Renz had stolen from me.My cut.My shares.That bastard had been skimming me for years, hiding it under clever accounting, smooth smiles, and “business strategy.” Always the respectable kingpin, the gentleman criminal. Meanwhile, I was left to scrape from the scraps he decided to toss my way. I had waited, bided my time, taken what I could in the s
Renz's Pov Nyx’s answer came in a whisper, almost lost in the hum of my penthouse air system. “Yes… I’ll be your mistress.” It wasn’t the kind of yes you say when your heart wants something. It was the kind you give when your back’s against the wall and your pride is bleeding. I saw it in her eyes — that flash of hesitation before her lips moved. Nyx didn’t belong in my world, but she keeps stepped right into it.I told her to finish what the other women had started earlier.They’d been kneeling before me when she walked in — and unlike them, she didn’t hide her disgust. Still, she came closer. I could almost taste her defiance in the air. I almost smirked—pride or fear, I couldn’t tell which stopped her.Instead I stepped in closer, letting the tension strangle the room But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. I knew she wouldn’t. That wasn’t disappointment I felt — it was intrigue. She needed money. Desperately. I could see it in the way her hands trembled but her chin st
I didn’t sleep that night.I tossed. Turned. Stared at the cracked ceiling until the plaster patterns began to look like scars. In my chest, a weight pressed harder than anything I’d ever carried. Not the hunger. Not the shame. Not even the labor pains that brought my daughter into this world.Why now?Why did he show up, only to disappear again?Was he cruel or kind? A curse or a delayed punishment?I hated how his presence had cracked something open inside me again—something I’d long buried in the rubble of survival.Days passed and I didn’t call. I forced myself to function. For my baby and For what little I still had left of my sanity. As I walked home one night. I got a phone call.The words came fast. The world spun even faster. Hit and run. Convenience store. Emergency room.My daughter.I dashed to the hospital, there, the stench of antiseptic nearly brought me to my knees. But it was the image of her—bandaged, pale, unmoving-that gutted me.The doctor didn’t sugarcoat it. “S
The ward was quiet, everything seemed still as I watched my baby. I named her Rynna because even in my ruins, she felt like a blooming flower. I was alone. No congratulatory flowers. No family members pacing in the hallway. Just me… and her. Until I heard the creak of the door. I turned, expecting a nurse— But it was Camila. My breath caught instantly. For a second, I didn’t move. Couldn’t move. She stood there in a simple hoodie and jeans, Her face hadn’t changed, still the same as mine-but older somehow. More tired. "I didn’t know I’d be late,” she whispered, stepping forward. “I thought the delivery would be in a few days... but look here—” her voice broke into a soft laugh as she leaned toward Rynna. “What a cute little thing you are.” She looked up at me then. No judgment. Just… sorrow. And love. And wrapped her arms around me so tightly I finally let go of everything I’d been holding in. “No one to make my life glorious,” she teased through her tears, echoing our old insid
Nyx's povI stared into the mirror, hands trembling slightly as I adjusted the strap on my dress. My lipstick was fading. My eyes looked hollow. What the hell was I doing here? This place wasn’t just loud. It was alive — but not in a good way. It pulsed with sin. Like every corner of it had witnessed something wicked and clapped for it.I splashed water on my face, took a breath, and walked out.That’s when I saw them. Two men. Ripped. Cold. Standing like statues outside the ladies’ room door. One stepped forward. “The Boss wants you.”Excuse you!...Just that!. No name, No smile. Just a sentence that twisted my stomach into a knot. I should’ve run.But I didn’t. Maybe because deep down… I knew this place was cursed from the moment I stepped in. I just didn’t know it was possessive. I followed them. Quietly. My heels echoing against the floor like countdowns. The hallway was long. Too quiet.When they opened the door to the private room, I walked in—and he was there. He didn’t speak muc
Renz’s POVThree bodies. Three bullets.One mistake.I wiped the sweat from my brow with a silk cloth. Death had never been an inconvenience - just business. A means to an end or a reminder.No one begged. They knew better. The basement stank of iron, sweat and regret, the kind that only fools left behind when they crossed me. I crouched beside the last body, watching the life fade the man's eyes. Blood pooled around their heads like halos painted in sin. "This is what you get for fucking with my money". I murmured, almost fondly, then tucked my pistol back inside my jacket and stepped away from the mess, left them behind without a second glance. My men would clean up. They knew the drill - bleach, fire and silence. I didn’t need witnesses. I needed loyalty. And fear was the currency I paid in. Basque welcomed me like always — roaring, sweating, seducing. Every soul in here came to forget. To feel something. Pain, pleasure, power. I sold all three in bottles and beats. I lit a ci
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