The Not So Regular Cinderella Love Story のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Dalias’s POV Right after the deal, the day seemed to rush ahead without giving me a moment to breathe. On that same day, I already had an itinerary. With the help of Lucas’s secretary, Samantha, she patiently explained each thing we needed to do. She told me that since Lucas had several business meetings, she would be the one accompanying me for now. More like a personal bodyguard, if you asked me. A bodyguard assigned to make sure I didn’t escape. Our first destination was a high-end mall. And not just any mall—one of those pristine, echoing spaces where every boutique looked like a jewelry box and every sales associate looked like they earned more than I did in a month. “We’re here to buy your personal essentials,” Samantha said as we stepped into the first boutique. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the moment I confirmed Lucas’s real level of wealth. Every store we entered? Instantly closed to the public. Managers practically sprinted to lock the doors the se

Dalia’s POV I woke up feeling strangely… pampered. Like I was being hugged by something warm, soft, and suspiciously heavenly— What confused me more was how much I liked it. The warmth… the safety… the soft rise and fall of whatever I was pressed against. It felt so cozy that I instinctively nestled deeper into it, wanting the heat to seep even more into my skin. “Does it feel nice?” the thing wrapped around me asked. “Mmm…” I murmured, my voice thick with sleepy satisfaction as I snuggled into what I assumed was a very firm pillow. Or… wall. “Hmmm… you smell good,” I muttered. Then, without shame, I inhaled again. “Easy,” he chuckled. “If you cling any tighter, I might get ideas.” My brain finally rebooted. My eyes snapped open. And suddenly I was face-to-face with Lucas. His eyes were only inches away from mine. His breath touched my cheek. His face—perfectly sculpted and impossibly close—filled my entire vision. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he said with

Dalia’s POV As soon as the photoshoot wrapped up, I didn’t even wait a full second before telling Lucas I needed to go to the bathroom I tried my absolute best to pretend I really needed to pee just so he’d let me go. He didn’t—not right away. Lucas paused, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied me, like he could see something I was trying hard to hide. But after a beat, he finally nodded. “Go.” Thank God. And even better—the photographers pulled him aside the next second to show him the shots. That distraction was my lifesaver. I slipped away before he could look back and notice anything off. I headed straight to the restroom, almost jogging. The second I locked myself inside a cubicle, the tears I’d been fighting broke free. It was pathetic, I know. But I couldn’t help it. Lucas kissed me. My first kiss. And in public, of all places! He didn’t even resist. He just went along with it. Sure, I knew it was part of our act, but still… he could’ve at least warned m

Dalia’s POV After 17 hours of nonstop flight, we finally landed in the Philippines. As soon as we reached the arrival area, a few of Lucas’s staff practically swooped in. They were everywhere , I almost felt like we were celebrities on a red carpet. And, of course, Lucas immediately started barking orders like a general. I let him do his thing and took a slow, deliberate breath as I stepped outside the airport. While his team hustled our luggage to the car, I let my eyes wander around, taking in the chaos and noise of my hometown airport. I couldn’t help feeling a weird mix of emotions—the kind of giddy, fluttery excitement I always got when returning home to the Philippines. The kind that usually came with vacations, family hugs, and hometown food. Too bad this wasn’t exactly a vacation. I would’ve loved to dash off to see my family, but I couldn’t. Not this time. Dalia, let’s go.” Lucas called, already standing by the open door of his sleek black Range Rover. “Yes, I’m co

LUCAS’ POV Seven a.m. I woke up to the kind of quiet that only comes after a night of rain. The storm had stopped, but the sky was still sulking—gray, heavy, the kind of weather that dragged old memories out of storage. Back when I was a kid, mornings like this meant sopas. Mom would be in the kitchen, humming, cooking something warm and simple—like a hug you could eat. I exhaled, long and heavy. God… I miss her. Then—soft, almost like a tiny moan—came a sound from my right. I turned. It’s Dalia. Fast asleep, curled on her side, hugging the pillow between us like it was some kind of protective barrier. Her hair was a mess—strands sticking to her cheek, a few falling across her lips—and somehow she looked soft, peaceful, completely unaware that the world still existed. And that’s when reality hit me. Right. I had someone beside me. I wasn’t used to that. It’s been a long time since