LOGINElara Robertson is caught in a dangerous game after her father gives her away–as payment for his debt. She finds herself tangled up with Marco De Luca, a cold-hearted mafia boss. Just when everything seems dark, she finds a bit of light in Léo, the Chief chef who seems to understand her. But everything changes on one crazy night, forcing Elara into a marriage with Marco that feels loveless and suffocating. She’s left feeling trapped and tormented. Now, Elara faces a tough choice: will she find the strength to break free and reclaim her happiness, or will she become just another victim of Marco De Luca?
View More「おめでとう、妊娠してる!……双子だよ!一条くん、きっと驚くね!」
専属医の三上先生の言葉が何度も頭の中で復唱されている。
「信じられない!嘘?本当に私のお腹に子どもが?しかも二人も!?」
嬉しいというよりも頭の中が真っ白だ。結婚して三年。妊活に励み子どもを授かることを待ちわびていた。ずっと、ずっと待ち望んでいた瞬間が今日、いきなり二倍になってやってきた。
病院からの帰り道、窓の景色を眺めながら私は夫の瑛斗に報告する場面を何度も想像した。彼のくしゃっと笑った顔。少し照れたような心の底から嬉しそうな顔。早くその顔が見たかった。
長年仕えている運転手が私の変化に気づき話しかけてきた。
「華お嬢様、何か良いことでもあったのですか?さきほどからとても幸せそうなお顔で微笑んでいらっしゃいますね。」
「ええ、とっても素敵で幸せなことがあったの。」
夫の一条瑛斗は、一条グループの若きCEO。切れ長の瞳、通った鼻筋、そしていつも自信に満ちた佇まい。初めて見た時、私はその完璧なまでのルックスに息を呑んだ。瑛斗のことを高校の時からずっと好きで初恋の人だった。
神宮寺家の令嬢である私は、父や祖父が決めた相手と結婚をしなくてはいけなかった。いわゆる「政略結婚」だ。家のために自分の気持ちとは関係なく結婚することは絶望的な未来に思えた。しかし、運命は残酷なだけではなかった。
お見合いの席で、一条家の御曹司として瑛斗が現れた時は信じられなくて言葉を失った。まさか初恋の相手が夫になるなんて想像もしていなかった。その夜、喜びと幸せで胸がいっぱいになり興奮して眠れなかった。こうして私たちは夫婦になった。
あれから三年。瑛斗は社長に就任して多忙な毎日を送っているが、私は初恋の相手瑛斗の妻になれたことに幸せを感じながら毎日を過ごしている。
(念願の妊娠だもん。こんな嬉しいニュースは直接伝えて瑛斗の喜ぶ顔が見たい)
病院を出てすぐに電話で報告しようと思ったが直接伝えることにした。
病院から帰ってきてすぐに瑛斗が好きなラザニアを作って帰りを待つことにした。もちろんソースは一から手作りだ。料理長の作るご飯も美味しいが、こんな特別な日は自分で作って瑛斗を喜ばせたかった。
(どんな顔をするだろう。どんな言葉をくれるだろう。)
ソースを煮込みながら、彼の喜ぶ姿とこれから始まる家族4人の生活を想像しながら彼の帰りを待っていた。出来立てを食べて欲しくて帰りが何時になるか連絡したが返事は来ない。ソファで待っているうちにうたた寝をしてしまい、車のエンジン音で目を覚ました時には既に22時を過ぎていた。
瑛斗を出迎えるため慌てて玄関へ向かう。
「おかえりなさい」
「ただいま。」
「なんだか疲れているみたいだけど大丈夫?」
「ああ。……話があるんだ。少しいいかな」
いつもより冷たく沈んだ声で瑛斗が静かに言った。疲れ切った様子の瑛斗だが、大人の男の色香をまとい、疲れた顔さえも魅力的だった。3年たった今でも瑛斗と目が合うとドキドキして胸が高鳴る。
表情がどこか硬い瑛斗の後ろを歩きリビングへ入った。
(仕事で疲れているのかもしれない。でも妊娠のことが分かったら気持ちも変わるかも!)
「先にご飯にする?今日ね、話をしたいことがあって瑛斗の好きなラザニアを作って待っていたんだ。」
「……そうやって機嫌でも取っているつもりなのか。」
「え……?」
瑛斗の言葉に耳を疑った。普段はそんなことを言う人ではない。頭の回転が早く、いつも冷静で落ち着いて、人が不快に思うような台詞は今まで一度も言ったことがないので信じられなかった。
「瑛斗、仕事で何か嫌なことや問題でもあったの?何か疲れている?私に出来ることがあるなら……」
ソファに座る瑛斗に近寄り、膝をついて手を重ねると怪訝そうな顔をしてすぐさま振り払った。
「触るな。もう放っておいてくれ。それよりここにサインをしてくれないか?」
彼は深くため息をついた後、鞄から一枚の白い封筒を取り出した。
何の書類か分からず受け取ったがタイトルを見た瞬間、頭の中が真っ白になった。
(なにこれ……)
【離婚協議書】 彼から渡された書類にはこう記されてあった。
That same night, Léo sought Elara. He walked quietly down the hallway toward her room.Marco, still in his study, heard the faint footsteps and recognized the knock on Elara’s door. Jealousy surged through him like wildfire. His hatred for Léo was growing into something he couldn’t contain.No one dared to go near what belonged to him—not on earth, not in the underworld. Even hell trembled at the sound of his name. He wasn’t just a man—he was a storm in a tailored suit. A living nightmare. His name wasn’t whispered—it was carved in fear.Even the devil thought twice before crossing him.He didn’t just burn bridges—he scorched entire kingdoms, leaving behind only ash and silence. Crossing Marco De Luca was a death wish dressed in arrogance. And those foolish enough to try never lived long enough to regret it.Power didn’t follow Marco. It knelt before him.He would tear apart anyone who touched what was his—limb from limb, without mercy.He pushed out of his chair, ready to kill Léo on
Later that night, Marco sat in his study, slouched in his leather chair, scrolling through documents on his phone when a message popped up. It was from his mother.'Marco, isn't it time you gave us a grandson?'He sighed. She was on this topic again. Every other month it was the same message in different words. He wasn’t in the mood for “The Heir” conversation tonight.He would never let Rosina give him an heir. She was too ambitious, too unpredictable. Who knew what she or her family might do if they got a taste of control? Giving her a child meant giving her power. And that was never going to happen.Before he could process those thoughts, his phone rang again."Mamma" is displayed on the screen.He groaned, rubbing his temples. He should’ve known she’d call if he didn’t respond. Ignoring her message was one thing—but not picking up the phone? He wouldn’t dare. She always knew when he’d seen a message.He picked up.“Pronto, Mamma,” (Hello Mom) he answered flatly.“Marco, why did
Marco sat alone in the glass-walled conference room of De Luca Enterprises, staring blankly ahead.His suit was crisp, and his posture composed—but his mind was not.Steam curled upward from the untouched cup of espresso in front of him. He didn’t move. The memory still flashed in his mind:She had been pressed against him, her lips parted, her skin warm beneath his hands.But the chill in the air said otherwise.A sudden knock at the door shattered the illusion.A young woman, elegant and poised in her black suit, stood outside. Her golden, wavy hair dropped over her shoulders.“Sir?” Her voice came through the intercom. “The Singapore partners are ready for the call.”Marco blinked. Once. Slowly. His grip loosened. He drew in a breath and adjusted the cuff of his shirt as his jaw flexed.He had dozed off in his chair, but she still came to him in a dream.Elara. Always Elara. Clinging to him like a shadow he couldn't shake.He hated it—hated her—for showing up even in sleep.And to
Elara kept her distance. Since their last confrontation, she had been careful—avoiding Marco in every possible way. At the dining table, she avoided his gaze. She always kept a few steps away and spoke only when necessary. She even had Léo replace her as the one who brought Marco his tea.Marco, who had grown used to seeing her in those quiet moments, found himself expecting her presence. But she never showed up.Now, he was pissed.Who did she think she was to avoid him? Did she really believe she could win this game? She’d be foolish to think so.Yet, despite his frustration, Marco sensed something deeper. She wasn’t keeping her distance out of fear. It was something else.And he felt it.She had made up her mind—whether to test his obsession or to prove something to herself, he wasn’t sure. But she was playing a dangerous game.She was toying with him, whether she realized it or not. The way she avoided him, the way her lips parted slightly before she bit them, the way her hands tr
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