THE BILLIONAIRE'S ACCIDENTAL BRIDE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The morning sunlight was weak and gray, struggling to push through the rain-soaked clouds. Amara sat at her small kitchen table, sipping lukewarm coffee, trying to process what had happened the night before. She should have forgotten it—after all, she had collided with some stranger. But something about him lingered. His presence. His dark eyes. The way he had studied her like she was the most fascinating thing in the world.Then, her phone buzzed.“I’m outside. Let’s talk. —Alexander”Her heart skipped. Alexander Cole. The name was still foreign on her tongue, yet familiar in a way that made her pulse quicken.She stared at the phone, trembling. What was he doing here? She wasn’t even sure she wanted to know—but curiosity gnawed at her.When she opened the door, he was standing there again, coat perfectly straight, hair damp but stylish, looking like he belonged in a magazine rather than on her tiny street.“Good morning,” he said, voice calm, controlled, yet somehow commanding.“Goo

The mansion was silent, the only sounds the distant hum of the city and the soft ticking of the antique clock in the hallway. Amara wandered from her room to the balcony, pulling her cardigan tighter around her shoulders. The rain had stopped, leaving the streets glistening under the pale moonlight. She could see the reflection of lights dancing on the wet asphalt, a thousand tiny stars scattered across the city.Her mind, however, was far from peaceful. Alexander Cole—the man she had only just begun to understand—was consuming her thoughts more than she cared to admit. There was something magnetic about him, something that made her heart race even when she knew she should stay cautious.Later that evening, she found him in the library, a room she had barely dared to explore before. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling, and the warm light from the chandelier cast golden reflections across the polished hardwood floor. He was standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back,

The rain returned that evening.Amara stood by the large window in the living room, watching droplets slide slowly down the glass. The city lights outside blurred into streaks of gold and white, making everything look softer, almost unreal.She wrapped her arms around herself.Her thoughts kept drifting back to Alexander.Ever since their conversation in the kitchen a few days ago, things had changed between them. The air inside the mansion felt different now—charged with something neither of them had openly admitted yet.Footsteps sounded behind her.“You seem to enjoy the rain.”Alexander’s deep voice made her heart jump.She turned slowly and found him leaning casually against the doorway, his sleeves rolled up slightly, his dark hair falling just a little over his forehead. For once, he didn’t look like the intimidating billionaire everyone feared. He looked… relaxed.“Maybe,” she said with a small smile. “Or maybe I just enjoy the quiet.”He walked into the room, his steps slow a

The tension in the dining room felt thick enough to cut.Amara stood still, her heart pounding loudly in her chest as Victoria’s words echoed in her mind.People who would destroy anything he cares about.And now that includes you.Alexander’s expression had completely hardened.“Victoria,” he said firmly, “you’ve said enough.”Victoria folded her arms, clearly unimpressed.“Oh please,” she replied coolly. “I’m only telling the truth.”Amara looked between the two of them, trying to understand what exactly was happening.“So,” she said slowly, “you two were… engaged?”Alexander sighed quietly, clearly irritated that the situation had escalated this far.“It wasn’t what you think,” he said.Victoria laughed softly.“Oh, it was exactly what she thinks.”She walked slowly around the table, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.“Alexander and I were the perfect match,” she continued. “Two powerful families, a business alliance, and a wedding that would have made headlines e

The music in the ballroom changed.A softer melody replaced the lively chatter, and couples slowly began moving toward the large dance floor in the center of the hall.Amara watched them quietly.Elegant gowns swirled under the golden lights while men in tailored suits guided their partners with practiced ease.It looked almost magical.But Amara couldn’t stop thinking about Victoria’s words.Let’s see how long you survive in his world.The sentence echoed uncomfortably in her mind.Alexander noticed her silence.“You’re thinking too much,” he said.Amara looked at him.“Am I that obvious?”“Yes.”She sighed.“That woman clearly hates me.”Alexander’s voice became firm.“She hates losing control.”“That’s not the same thing?”“No.”Amara glanced across the ballroom.Victoria stood near the bar, speaking with a group of elegantly dressed women. Every now and then, she glanced in their direction.Watching.Judging.Planning.Amara turned back to Alexander.“She’s staring again.”Alexand