The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Arielle Tiffany turned back and went silent. “It’s me,” I tapped my chest. “Arielle”. “Oh”. She uttered flatly. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Tiffany, I swear I’m ready to tell you anything you want to know. I’m never hiding anything from–“ “Let’s not talk about that here.” She cut in quietly. Before I could respond, Darius drove his car forward slowly. His eyes flickered to Tiffany, then back at me. “Please,” I pleaded silently, then spoke. “Could you take her along? Could you drop us some off together?” “Sure. Come on in.” He replied. I opened the back seat, and Tiffany and I sat together. Darius glanced back at me through the mirror, his eyes questioning, but I didn’t understand what he was asking. He parked right in front of our house. We stepped down, and he followed us to the door. As Tiffany unlocked it, Darius reached back and held my hand. She turned and caught him. “Sorry,” he chuckled dryly, still not letting go

Arielle A knock tapped against the glass. Tessa. I stepped outside to meet her. “When did Miss Sylvia leave her office?” I asked. “Oh, like an hour ago,” she replied slowly. “She didn’t say anything to you?” “No.” She tilted her head, studying me. “Were you expecting something from her?” Her words blurred in my ears. I didn’t listen to a thing she said. Heat crept up my spine as we walked away from the shop. I scratched my hair in frustration, glancing back repeatedly, half expecting my boss to appear out of nowhere. She didn’t. “Arielle,” Tessa snapped her fingers in front of my face. “What’s going on? You seem–“ “I’m fine,” I cut in, walking a little faster. She stayed quiet after that, watching me as we walked. Minutes later, a car appeared out of nowhere and stopped right in front of us. I didn’t notice until Tessa yanked me backwards. I almost bumped into the car. “You’re trying to ki

Arielle Darius's eyes stayed on me, unblinking, as if he was waiting for something to fall from my lips. The silence between us stretched, thick and heavy, broken by only the hum of the engine and the faint rush of the wind against the windows. I folded my hands in my lap, staring straight ahead. Why would they call me to come home like that? They clearly weren’t at any hospital. For a moment, I wondered if I had misunderstood the call. Maybe my ears had deceived me. “I’m sorry,” I said suddenly, my voice softer than I intended. “For coming at you like that. You’ve helped me….a lot. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.” He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he exhaled, then turned the engine back on, pulling us into motion. “Accept my deal,” he said calmly, eyes on the road. “And we’re even.” I smirked before he could notice, small and fleeting. “I just got a call that my Grandmother is at home.” “That’s what I said before.”

Arielle Joel packed Darius’s things quietly, moving back and forth across the hospital room like he was on a schedule that couldn’t be disrupted. Clothes. Medications. Everything was handled with precision. Darius didn’t look at me. He lay flat on the bed, eyes on the ceiling, waiting patiently. Detached. Like he wasn’t there at all. For a moment, I wondered if I was dreaming. But I knew better. I would never dream about Darius, certainly not like this. When Joel finished packing, he returned to the bed and carefully lifted Darius into his arms. That was when Darius stopped. He asked Joel to pause, then turned his head toward me. He stared for almost a minute. He didn’t say a word. His eyes scanned my face slowly, like he was memorizing something, or deciding what to forget. “I asked the doctor to release you too,” he said at last, his voice weak but firm. “But you’re not coming back with me.” My heart clenched painfully. “What do

Arielle I entered my room, my mind spinning with one thought. Blake. I lied. Blake could hurt us. If he couldn’t hurt Summer, he would hurt me. We had history. As I said before, Blake liked me first. I rejected his ass. So he ran straight to Tiffany, just to spite me. He was that vengeful and petty. I had no idea how I was going to face him the next day, but I knew one thing for sure. Tiffany was coming back to this house. No matter what it took. I had already decided to skip all my classes. The next morning, I knocked on Tessa’s door. I was already dressed. Tessa opened and gasped. “Arielle, Oh my God!" She pulled me into a tight hug. “When did you come back?” “Yesterday.” I smiled. “I’m sorry. I should have called. I’ve just been swamped at work.” “I understand,” I said warmly. “And thank you for everything you do. I hope Miss Sylvia doesn’t hate me already?” “I can’t really say.” Tessa laughed. That made me laugh. I’d missed her.