Good Girl Gone Bad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

SAOIRSE.Serve. Slip away. Survive.Those are always the same three words that get me through the night. Smile. Offer them cigars, the good kinds, and exit the scene to lit more.I moved through the crowd with the practiced grace of someone who'd learned to vanish into the shadows long ago. My soft pink uniform clung to my curves, the fabric against my skin as I balanced a tray of cigarettes and lighters, the tang of regret in every cigarette I lit flame.The air was thick with cigar smoke and cologne, a haze that masked the hunger in men's eyes. I felt it, the way their gazes lingered on me like fingers tracing forbidden lines. But I ignored it, as I always did.Tonight though, was different. Something shifted. I felt it. From across the bar, a man in a tailored suit, his face obscured by the dim lighting, was staring at me from now and then.He wasn't shouting like the others, wasn't groping the air or leering openly. He just watched, his gaze a steady burn that made my skin prickle

SAOIRSE.“The choice is yours, Saoirse. Pick wisely.”Those words clawed at me, digging into my skin like thorns, twisting deeper with every breath as I stood there in Azriel's office, my hand clunched onto the door knob, slippery under my sweaty palm.The air was thick, suffocating, and I could feel his gaze burning into my back like a brand.I spun around slowly, white-hot pain shooting through my fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I blinked them away, forcing steel into my spine. No. I wouldn't break. Not for him. Not for any of them.“You think you can blackmail me with my brother?” I hissed, my voice low and venomous, each word dripping with defiance. “Using a sick innocent kid to make me your puppet? You're worse than monsters. You're nothing but cowards hiding behind power.”Azriel's eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise crossing his sharp features before it melted into that infuriating smirk. He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms over his broad chest, the fabric

SAOIRSE.There was no sight of him. The whole two days had been a fragile illusion of peace, a thin veil over the chaos that clawed at my edges.For once, his gaze hadn't pinned me down, turning the world into a cage that mirrored his destructive soul, the kind that seeped into your veins and drove you mad.Midnight struck as I stumbled out of the motel, the rain-slicked pavement gleaming under the sputtering lights. My shoes clicked against the road, I can still feel the exhaustion and adrenaline rattling my bones. This hiding game had stretched on too long, a relentless tug-of-war that left me hollow. But none of that mattered. Not the ache in my muscles, not the fog of my breath in the chill air. All that consumed me was Aofie, my little brother, trapped in that rundown hospital on the city's fringe, his tiny body tethered to machines that beeped like false promises.He'd been there for years, fighting a disease the doctors called ‘under control.’ Lies. In this unjust world, the

SAOIRSE.The mirror didn't lie — it showed me exactly what I hated: hated the way it made me feel exposed, vulnerable. This outfit is too tight across my hips and chest. It screamed weakness, submission. A cage of black lace and starched cotton that mocked my every curve. This is nothing but a sole reminder of what I’m going to be, the chains that I had no choice but to carry, willingly, foolishly. I haven't even lasted here for a day yet the walls felt like they were closing in. But I knew there was no time for self-pity. With a sharp exhale, I turned toward the door, my heart pounding a rhythm that echoed inside my chest. As I descended the grand staircase, the polished marble cool beneath my feet, a figure was already waiting at the very bottom. It was Zeus. He appeared at the base of the staircase, tall and imposing in a tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders. His dark hair was tousled, eyes like storm clouds. He stood there, arms crossed, his gaze drifting lazily over t

SAOIRSE.“That's why you don't go around poking your nose whenever you feel like it, Saoirse.” I let out a heavy sigh, shut my eyes close and bit my lips as hard as I could. I wanted to smack the hell out of myself to get some sense. If I could just disappear and let the ground eat me alive, I’ll do it, just so I can be saved from the embarrassment and humiliation I've put myself into.Damn it. I couldn't sleep properly for the past night since that night. My mind continues to wander off, I wasn’t functioning well, can’t even form a single thought as if I was a robot only driven to finish chores.Not after what I'd seen in that secret room, for what I did. The images my mind makes are killing me, haunting me even in my sleep.It was his lair, no doubt, a place where he indulged his dark fantasies. My mind replayed it endlessly, twisting my stomach into knots of revulsion and a sick, unwelcome curiosity. “Stop thinking about it, Saoirse. Come on, pull yourself together!”Hours ticke