DAISY’S PERFECT REVENGE: A MARRIAGE OF LIE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

DAISY For the second time that day, my phone dropped from my hand as I stared at the faces in front of me. Selene, Ilya, and Mia. My three best friends from Pack School and my bridesmaids were standing in front of me. What were they doing here? And why were they sweating so badly? Was Aaron inside with them? “Wh… what’s going on?” I stuttered, my eyes flicking between the three of them. Selene nudged me with her fingers and smiled. “It’s a surprise, silly.” “A surprise?” “Yes! We planned all of this to get you here.” I could feel the wrinkles forming on my forehead from frowning. None of this was making any sense. I glanced between them again before picking up my phone and holding it up to their faces. “The messages? The address? The pictures?” The three of them exchanged a look before laughing right in my face, the sound only adding to my distress. “Aaron planned it for you. We’ve been working on this all morning,” Ilya added this time before nudging Mia with her s

DAISY’S POV I rushed toward the boy, but Aaron stepped between us, his lips trembling as he stuttered. Aaron had never stuttered before. “Wh… what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in your room.” “And you just pushed a child down!” I snapped, moving around him. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked gently, reaching for the boy. He slapped my hand away. His little face twisted with a hatred far too intense for a child of three or four. He got up himself, dashed into the room, and slammed the door shut. A moment later, I heard the lock click. I stared after him, stunned. “That was…” “You shouldn’t be out of bed, Daisy.” Aaron wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Come on. Let me take you back.” I followed him, but the boy’s expression stayed with me. He’d looked at me as though he knew me and had every reason to hate me. Most werewolves in North Carolina knew me. I was their Luna, after all. But this felt different. Aaron helped me settle into bed before calling the nur

DAISY’S POV I sat at a café with a cup of untouched coffee in front of me and my phone switched off because Aaron wouldn’t stop calling. If this had happened on any other day, I would have thought he was worried about me. But this was different, and the realization made my heart tighten. All the lunch texts. The morning messages. The constant questions about where I was, the insistence that I come home and stop working. Was it him caring about me, or had he simply wanted to know where I was at all times? It hurt. It hurts so bad it makes me want to die. I was never a rich girl. Before I met Aaron, I was an omega wolf born to alcoholic, gambling parents who couldn’t care less about me. At fifteen, I ran away from home and fought my way into wolf academy. I worked hard, passed with flying colors, and made a name for myself among the top wolves in different countries. I had built a life I could be proud of, one where nobody could look down on me. I still remembered the day my par