Wrong bride to the right husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Third person's POV…Adrian stepped down from the bed, a towel hanging low on his hips. His hair was damp and messy from the night, eyes still half-lidded with sleep and last night’s escapade.He rubbed his jaw, stretching, ready to leave the bedroom for the bathroom.“Babe…” The woman’s soft, teasing voice stopped him in his tracks. She reached out, grabbing his hand. “Last night… that was fun, you know?”He glanced down at her, smirking. “Fun, huh?”Her lips curled into a playful grin. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” She gave his hand a light squeeze, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “I mean… last night was the best night I've ever had. The way you touched me and set every part of my body on fire with your touches, uh,” she closed her eyes and tightened her legs together as she moaned.“You enjoyed it?" He asked, slowly crouching down.She didn’t respond immediately. She slowly opened her eyes as she bit her lips. "I didn't just enjoy it…” she said and grabbed his arm with her

Third person's POV…The silence in the boardroom was so thick Tracy felt like she was underwater. Did I hear him right? she thought, her pulse thundering in her ears. Did Adrian Blackwood, actually just tell me to remove my shoes and hand them over after giving them to me as a gift? It was absurd. It was insulting. It was…"Tracy? Tracy!"The world snapped back into focus with a sharp, physical jolt. The luxurious, mahogany-scented silence of her daydream was replaced by the low hum of the office projector. Mercy was beside her, tapping her arm with frantic urgency."Tracy, are you okay? You kind of blacked out for a minute," Mercy whispered, her eyes darting toward the head of the table. "You’re in the middle of a presentation! Get it together before your boss loses her mind."Tracy blinked, her breath hitching. She wasn't in a private room with a shoe-obsessed billionaire; she was standing in front of everyone. Across from her sat Adrian Blackwood. He wasn't asking for her shoes,

Third person's POV… The heavy oak doors of Mrs. Grey’s office hadn't even fully closed before Tracy’s professional mask shattered. Her heels clicked against the marble floor with a rhythmic, furious intensity. That arrogant, manipulative... she fumed, her fingers curling into fists. He was behind all this. He must have given that idea to Mrs Grey. “Oh, so now you’ve straightened everything out,” she muttered, fingers curling into fists. “Now you want to force me into your life. You're so going to regret it” Tracy exhaled hard and headed toward the elevator, pressing the button with more force than necessary. The doors slid open, and she stepped in, jaw clenched, her eyes blazing. She didn’t notice him until the doors were about to close. The doors retreated and he stepped in, looking as cool as the air-conditioned lobby. Tracy didn't look at him. She stared straight ahead at the metallic reflection of the doors, her jaw tight. The silence in the small space was suffocat

Third person's POV…The bell above the coffee shop door chimed with a lonely, metallic ring as Tracy drifted inside. She moved with the heavy, aimless gait of someone who had just witnessed a haunting, or perhaps just a deal with a devil. She stepped inside slowly, the door closing behind her with a dull thud. She looked pale, like someone who had just seen a ghost. Her movements were mechanical, unfocused. She walked as though her body was present, but her mind was miles away.Be my fiancée. The words replayed in her head, making her eyes turn.She reached the counter where her mother was rhythmically wiping down the surface with a damp cloth.Her mother paused.“Tracy, dear? You look like you've seen a ghost,” her mother said softly, leaning over the wood. "Why are you walking like this? What is the problem?"Tracy blinked slowly and leaned her forehead against the cool counter, closing her eyes. "Mom... please tell me I'm dreaming. I want to wake up. It’s not a good dream at all."

Third person's POV…The car ride to the Blackwood estate was too quiet.The driver focused on the road while Adrian and Tracy sat in the backseat, a careful space between them. The night lights reflected faintly on the tinted windows, and Tracy adjusted the fabric of the elegant dress Adrian had bought for her only hours ago.She exhaled sharply.“You didn’t even give me time to settle into this role,” she muttered, turning to him. “Now you want me to show up at your family house as your fiancée? How exactly am I supposed to act like your fiancée when we barely know each other?”Adrian leaned back calmly.“Tracy, just calm down. You’re a strong and independent woman. You’ll pull this off.”She narrowed her eyes.“Oh really? Pull what off? We don’t even know basic things about each other. The only thing I know about you is that you’re Adrian Blackwood, CEO, and a world class playboy.”He placed a hand dramatically over his chest.“Ouch,” he murmured. “That hurt.”She rolled her eyes ag