Saved a Stranger, Now The Bride of the Mafia Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Ava POV I've always hated small towns. I know that sounded terrible as someone who had lived in Willow Creek her entire life, but most people loved it here. They loved the quiet roads, the familiar faces, and the certainty that tomorrow would look exactly like today. At twenty-three, I already felt trapped in this predictable life. Same farmhouse every morning, same fields every afternoon, same sunset from the same porch every evening. Sometimes I wonder if I’d blink and wake up at forty and nothing has changed. That thought really terrifies me. The only thing that ever interrupted Willow Creek's routine was the weather. Storms rolled through without warning, leaving broken fences, frightened animals, and, more often than not, our stubborn old barn door swinging wide open. "Ava." Dad's voice drifted from the kitchen, carrying the familiar patience that had always made it impossible to ignore him. "The barn door's open again." I looked up from the novel resting in my lap with

Knock. Knock. Knock.Dad and I glance toward the front door.“I’ll get it,” Dad said, setting aside the empty bowl in his hands.When he opened the door, a familiar smile greeted us.A woman stood on the porch wearing a light brown coat with a canvas bag hanging from one shoulder.Her soft chestnut hair framed a kind face, while intelligent hazel eyes brightened the moment she smiled."Good afternoon, Thomas.”"Anna," Dad greeted warmly. "Come in."The moment I saw her, my mood brightened."Aunt Anna!"She laughed as I wrapped my arms around her in a quick hug.Anna had moved to Willow Creek five years earlier, and despite the town's endless curiosity, nobody knew much about her past. People only knew she had left the city behind and opened a small bookstore that soon became my favorite place in the entire town.Whenever life in Willow Creek became too quiet or too predictable, I escaped between her shelves. Romance novels, mysteries, adventures... they reminded me there was a world f

For a second, I thought I'd misunderstood him. I looked at him with my face filled with confusion."No. I am his daughter.""Biologically?""Yes!""Legally?"I stared at him."What kind of question is that?"Harold shrugged."The documents don't reflect a formal inheritance transfer.""That's ridiculous!" I snapped. "This has been our home for generations!"Harold shrugged again."The law is the law, Miss Hart." His voice became colder. "You have forty-eight hours to vacate the premises."My breath caught."This isn't law," I said, taking a step toward him. "This is theft."Harold's smile disappeared."Mind your tone, young lady."I stared at him in disbelief."You expect me to just leave? My father was buried today!""And?"That single word stunned everyone, even Sheriff Collins looked uncomfortable.Harold continued without the slightest trace of guilt."You have no husband, no children, no registered claim. So…" He tucked the folder beneath his arm. “The farm will be auctioned. The

"We'll go into town tomorrow and register the marriage." Dante said.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.He really agreed."You're serious?"He nodded once."Yes."The tears that filled my eyes this time weren't born from grief, they were relief.So overwhelming that I had to blink several times before I could see him clearly again."Why?" I whispered. "You just told me your life is dangerous.""I did.""Then why would you do this?"He looked toward the fading sunset outside the window before answering.“Because your father didn’t deserve what happened to him and you don’t deserve to lose the only home you have left. Besides you saved me and I haven't made it up to you.”My chest tightened and for the first time since Dad died, it felt as though someone had reached into the darkness surrounding me and lit the smallest candle."Thank you, Dan."The words felt too small for what I wanted to say."I don't know how I'll ever repay you.""You don't have to." His voice was as steady as e

The footsteps stopped directly beneath the bedroom window and I didn't move. Years of surviving in a world where hesitation meant death had trained every instinct I possessed. My breathing slowed until it became almost imperceptible, my heartbeat steady despite the sharp pulse of pain in my healing side. Whoever was outside wasn't wandering by accident. He had approached carefully, circled the farmhouse, and positioned himself beneath the only room where Ava and I were sleeping.He was hunting.I turned my head toward the bed and moonlight spilled through the curtains, washing Ava's sleeping face in a pale silver glow. She slept peacefully, completely unaware of the danger circling their home. One hand rested beneath her cheek while loose strands of hair framed her face, her breathing slow and peaceful despite everything she'd endured over the past few days.Good. Let her sleep.I wrapped my fingers around the familiar grip, which was loaded and safe off, exactly as the old man had le