Ashley Better 7

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赤城和也（あかぎ かつや）との結婚登録を約束されながら、七度目もすっぽかされた日、私はついに全ての縁を断ち切った。 友人たちの集まりには、彼が来るなら私は欠席する。 母校の記念祭で彼が演奏すると聞けば、私は早々に席を立つ。 会社が彼と契約するとなれば、即座に辞表を提出した。 大晦日の夜、彼が我が家に挨拶に来ても、友人訪問を口実に外出した。 電話番号はブロック、SNSは削除——完全に清算したのだ。 私から連絡することはなく、彼と顔を合わせることもない。 三十年にわたる人生の大半を、私は彼に恋い焦がれ、彼の世話に明け暮れてきた。 七度目の婚姻届提出の約束を破られたその日、ようやく私は目が覚めた。 こんな人生、もう続けられない。 たとえ独りぼっちでも、虚しい約束で空っぽの部屋を見つめる日々よりはましだ！

　惑星考古学者ミリアム・ヴァシュティが発掘したのは、三千年前の「雅歌」――だが、そこには見たことのない一節があった。「あなたの声は計算されず、あなたの息は測定されず」。 　謎めいた遺伝子アーキビスト、アデム・カインとの再会。測定できない違和感。聞こえない心拍音。そして、政府の「ヒューマニティ測定」が下した判定――測定不能。 　自分は人間なのか？　それとも――？ 　真実の鏡が映し出したのは、三千年前に失われた子供の記憶。人間と機械の境界で苦しんだ、オリジナルの自分たちの姿。彼らが遺した問いかけ。 　「測定は愛のように愚かであり、愛は測定のように確実である」

"Hi CEO, I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do" Ashley loved him more than a woman could love a man. But, after a six year relationship CEO Thomas McMahon dumped her on their engagement night to be with his betrothed bride. Ashley is bitter and out for vengeance. Nothing would provoke her ex more than to see her moving on with the one guy he hates the most, so that's exactly what she plans to do! Date Aiden McCurdy, who is obnoxiously hot, successful, a notorious playboy and absolutely not her type. But what happens when Aiden is too hot for her to handle? His every touch... movement...kiss is torment - one she is willing to endure. Will she risk falling in love for the second time? Or will revenge be enough when her ex returns on his knees begging her for a second chance? If you're a fan of steamy romance with a little...or a lot of twists. Then grab your popcorn and start reading!! I love active readers, so please make sure you comment as you read, and support me with your gems too.

"My incubus has been with me for a month, but he still won't let me touch him. What could be the reason for that?" I type my questions into the customer service feedback form and wait for a reply. The customer service representative replies at once in a very helpful manner. "Dear customer, our incubi are all very eager to stick to their owners like glue! I'm afraid your issue might be due to a malfunction on his end. "We can apply for your incubus to be replaced with a new one instead, and he will arrive in a week." I look at Riven Sterling, the incubus whom I had made tailored specifically to my tastes. After a moment of thought, I decide that maybe I can just wait and observe for a while longer. If he still doesn't change for the better, then I can perhaps send him in for repairs. After all, Riven is just too perfectly aligned with my tastes. I can't bear to give him up. However, at the family dinner, I quickly realize that Riven is having a reaction toward my younger stepsister, Teresa Ashford, who is sitting across from me. It's only then that I recall that Teresa is the one who opened my parcel the last time Riven arrived at the doorstep. That night, I contact the customer service representative again and say, "You said that the new replacement would be arriving in a week, right? Please send it out, then. Thank you."

When my family was at its poorest, a wealthy family found me and claimed that I was their real daughter. The school heartthrob I crushed on? He was my fiancé all along! Still reeling from all these surprises, a mysterious message suddenly popped up in front of me. "This is where everything changes. The cannon fodder is taken home by the female lead's parents, forced to drop out of school, and then gets pregnant by her fiancé. In the end, everyone thinks she's a harbringer of misfortune, and she's beaten to death." My hand froze as I held the paternity test results. My mom's eyes filled with tears as she took the report from me. "My poor child, you've suffered enough all these years! Don't worry. Just come home with us and rest. You're our daughter now. The family business is enough for you to live comfortably forever. You don't even need to take the SAT if you don't want to." The school heartthrob lowered his head and whispered sensually into my ear, "Listen to me, Lucia. Studying is hard. I'll take care of you from now on."

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

After helping my husband build his business from the ground up, I settled into life as a full-time housewife. When our daughter's tenth birthday approached, I planned to host a grand celebration for her. I booked a party that cost 2 thousand dollars per table. But when I swiped my card at the hotel, the staff gave me a strange look. "Mrs. Richmond, this card doesn't even have fifty dollars in it to charge." Flushed with embarrassment, I went home to confront my husband. He wore an apologetic expression. "Lately, the company's been competing for contracts. The new government official is insatiably greedy, and I've had to spend a lot under the table to smooth things over. Once the funds turn around, I'll make sure our daughter gets the grand birthday she deserves." I gave him a gentle, understanding smile—but as soon as I turned away, I began tallying our assets. Because that so-called "new government official" was none other than my father. And in his office, there hadn't been any bids or contracts at all. Now I intended to find out exactly where my husband had spent all our money.

I start dating Samuel Nelson, who's known for being a playboy. Everyone thinks I'm hopelessly in love with him. When he skips class to fight, I take notes for him. When he flirts with others, I cover for him. I spent three years as the pushover who grovels at his feet. I pour my heart and soul into helping him get into a top college, but just before the semester starts, he dumps me. He says haughtily, "I know you've liked me for a long time, but you always have your head buried in books. Compared to Anna, you're far too dull and uptight. "Let's break up. I want to be with Anna instead." Everyone waits to see me have an emotional meltdown. However, I simply check the 50 million that has been transferred to my bank account and reply earnestly, "Sure. I wish you two the best." No one knows that I only devoted myself fully to being Samuel's girlfriend because his mother offered me far too much money to refuse. Now that I have the money, even if he didn't dump me, I would've dumped him myself.

I lucked out, securing a guaranteed admission spot at Westbridge University—the one the real heiress throws away. Nicole Stewart drops out for love and runs off with the school's bully, shattering what should've been her perfect life. Meanwhile, I'm branded a thief, accused of stealing her place. However, I fight my way up to become a powerhouse in business and even marry her childhood sweetheart, Spencer Lowe. Yet, at the peak of it all, I open my eyes to find myself back to graduation day of senior year, right when I'm filling out my choices of colleges. A live barrage of comments flashes before my eyes. "That fake heiress, Gloria Stewart, is nothing but a thief. She stole Nicole's life!" "In her last life, Nicole actually dropped out of school to start a business with some school bully. She even gave her childhood sweetheart, who was her fiance, to someone else! Ugh, she's so stupid and pathetic." "Good thing Nicole gets a second chance. This time, the real heiress has awakened, so let's just see how miserable that fake heiress who stole her life becomes!" I just smile at the scrolling insults. Sorry, but I carve my own path. Nicole can be reborn a hundred times, and she still can't stop me from rising to the top.