Flash Marriage: A Night To Remember のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Like a fire igniting into a serious flame, the club erupted into chaos. Phones flashed as everyone captured the moment, pictures, videos, turning the place into a stage, and me, the unwilling star. Emma’s guilty look pierced through the madness, a silent acknowledgment that I had gone too far. How had I ever thought I could have a normal life?The bodyguards quickly pulled me toward the exit as Mara and Tonia exchanged glances with Emma, their mocking smiles still in place. I wasn’t fully aware of the gravity of the situation until the car door closed behind me, sealing me inside. That’s when it hit me.People outside the club were still taking pictures and videos, their phones raised even as I sat in the car. The shouting grew louder, and before I knew it, paparazzi, who must have appeared out of nowhere, were pounding on the windows, trying to get me to respond. Their voices were muffled behind the glass, but I could still hear their demands for a statement, for a reaction. I presse

“It’s obvious, Veronica has no shame. How could she do that and tarnish Ivan Carlos’ reputation?” one of Ivan’s fans said with a deep frown. “I wish Ivan hadn’t chosen to marry someone like her.” I gently placed my phone on the couch and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. But before I could relax, it started buzzing again. I glanced down to see who was calling. Emma. I rolled my eyes, and the anger from the club rushed back. I wanted to toss my phone into the dirty laundry hamper, but on second thought, I picked it up and answered. “Vera, I’m sorry,” Emma said the moment I put the phone to my ear. “I’m sorry about everything.” “Yeah, right. Like that’s going to change anything,” I said, rolling my eyes in disgust. “It’s not going to change a damn thing.” “I swear, I still feel horrible about what happened. I didn’t know Mara and Tonia took the money from Ivan. I was drunk when—” “You don’t need to explain anything, Emma. This whole situation is decided. This is my fucki

I could feel the eyes of every person in the room on me, waiting for my response. I cleared my throat, my smile never wavering. “It’s been… an incredible experience so far,” I said, forcing my voice to sound light and easy. “I’m grateful for all the support.”More questions were thrown our way, one after another, each one more invasive than the last. “Mrs. Carlos, what’s the biggest challenge you’ve faced since marrying Ivan?” “Do you see yourself getting involved in any of his business ventures?” “Any plans for children soon?”Each question felt like a weight, pressing harder against the facade I was trying to maintain. I stole a glance at Ivan, who remained unfazed, his answers quick and practiced. He was used to this—he’d been in the public eye for years. But I wasn’t. I wasn’t prepared for the relentless pressure, the prying eyes, the way they dissected every word, every movement.Finally, one reporter’s question cut through the noise, and I froze. “Mrs. Carlos, rumors have been s

Everything felt like it had dragged on for hours, and I was starting to feel like I was trapped in some twisted version of my life. But the question that haunted me—the one that stuck in my throat—was how did I end up here?Emma had gone home, leaving me alone when I woke up. The aching pain in my body had only grown worse, a physical reminder of everything that had spiraled out of control. “Thinking is not something I want my wife to do too much,” a voice cut through the silence, sending a cold chill down my spine. I wasn’t alone.I turned my head, and there he was—Ivan, sitting by the window, casually flipping through a magazine with his picture plastered on the cover. He looked completely at ease, as if we weren’t trapped in this bizarre situation, as if nothing had changed. The fact that he kept acting like our marriage was something more important than the facade made me confused most times. He stood up, tossing the magazine onto the chair, and walked toward me. "So, what’s on

“I’m not going to break up with Ivan,” I said, my voice trembling but firm. “Not for you, not for Isabel. If Ivan doesn’t want me, he’ll tell me himself. But I won’t let you dictate my life anymore.”Mrs. Carlos’s face twisted with fury, her eyes flashing with cold malice. “You’re making a grave mistake, Vera,” she hissed. “You don’t want to cross me.”Despite the terror creeping up my spine, I stood my ground. “I’ve already made my choice.”Just then, the door opened, and Ivan stepped back inside. His face lit up when he saw me, oblivious to the tension in the room. “Sorry about that,” he said with a smile. “What did I miss?”Mrs. Carlos’s expression instantly shifted to a calm, almost gentle demeanor. “Nothing important, darling,” she said smoothly. “Vera and I were just having a little chat.”I forced a smile, though my heart was still racing. Ivan reached out and took my hand, his touch grounding me.“Everything okay?” he asked, his gaze flicking between me and his mother, sensing