My Darling Superstar のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

"Charles!!!!!"The giggling and loud shouting of the students snapped Emily’s senses back to reality.Emily barely registered the voices shouting, the laughter of her classmates still echoing in the school yard. The moment Charles's fingers wrapped around hers, everything else faded.Heat. Strength. The undeniable weight of him.But as quickly as she felt it, she snatched her hand away, pulse hammering against her ribs. Too much. It was too much.The next few seconds were a flurry—Charles’s men moved like shadows, barricading them from view, shielding them with swift precision. Before she could react, she was pulled inside the car. The door slammed shut. The engine roared to life, and the world outside was left behind.A breath. Then another.But the air inside the car felt thick. Oppressive.Beside her, Charles sat—silent, unmoving, yet somehow everywhere. His presence seeped into her skin, infiltrating her thoughts, unraveling her carefully constructed defenses.She clenched her fis

Emily’s hands gripped the edge of her coat as she stepped out of the car, her feet hesitant against the stone pavement leading to the bridal shop.The building was elegant, its glass doors reflecting the cloudy sky above. It was supposed to be a place filled with excitement, where brides-to-be eagerly picked out their dream dresses. But for Emily, it felt like a prison—a final step toward a future she had no control over.She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look straight ahead."Why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Charles stood beside her, unmoving. His expression was unreadable, his hands tucked into his pockets like this was just another errand—nothing more, nothing less."This is what my brother wants," he replied, his voice calm, detached.She knew it was the truth. However, hearing it aloud made the reality even more daunting.Her wedding to Warren was supposed to happen after her graduation. That was the agreement. That was supposed to be her small window of ti

Night had fallen, but Emily’s thoughts were tangled in chaos.Charles’s words from earlier lingered in her mind, an unsettling whisper that refused to fade. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew one thing—she had to survive this.Becoming his secret girlfriend was nothing more than an elaborate scheme, his twisted method of molding her into the perfect woman for his brother, Warren. It was absurd. Rich people had sick minds.Yet Charles carried an air of unwavering confidence, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. And now, she had to date him tonight.A sharp knock at the door shattered her thoughts.Emily hesitated before opening it. Lizzy, her favorite maid, stood there, cradling a large, elegant box in both hands.“Emi, the young master asked me to deliver this,” Lizzy said, her lips twitching in amusement. She straightened, then mimicked Charles’s deep tone. “Wear this, and don’t be late.”Emily blinked. “That’s what he said?”Lizzy giggled. “Oh, yes. And another thing—tonig

Emily’s body trembled with nerves, and Charles’s imposing presence only intensified the feeling. She had no idea what to do. Walking away would have been the simplest choice, but her earlier boldness had led her straight into trouble. Now, she had no option but to face the consequences.‘A kissing practice? seriously? Was this something I was supposed to be grateful for?’ The thought of being taught by Charles, the superstar adored by countless fans, should have been thrilling. Many would give anything for this moment, yet all she wanted was to escape. If she had been like his adoring followers, she might have welcomed the opportunity. If this had been a different time, back when she had been utterly captivated by the man who now stood before her, maybe she would have felt like the luckiest woman in the world. But nothing about this felt right.Charles had trapped her in a contract to marry his brother Warren, and she had let herself fall for his charm. Now, she was paying the price.

Another morning arrived, signaling the day every graduating student had to prepare for the masquerade ball that night. Emily lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her body unwilling to move. She had never been one for grand celebrations, least of all those that demanded gowns, dazzling accessories, and forced conversations. If attendance were not required for graduation, she would have ignored the event altogether.She sighed and rolled onto her side, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on her. The biggest issue was that she needed a gown, but spending money on something she would wear for only a few hours felt ridiculous. She hated unnecessary expenses, especially when they held no meaning for her. However, Stanley Connor had invited her, and she had agreed to be his date. Whether she cared for the ball or not, she had to be considerate. She could not drag him into her disinterest.Reluctantly, she sat up, her mind struggling to find a solution. Where could she borrow a