Beca Chloe Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“Five years of silence, and you think you can just waltz back into my life?” I spat at him. For five years, I was the obedient wife. I owed him my life after he pulled me from a fatal car crash that erased my past, so I accepted his coldness. I accepted that his attention, his warmth, and his loyalty belonged entirely to his stepsister. I even accepted it when he demanded I donate my kidney to save her. I told myself the pain was just the price of gratitude. But on the operating table, the illusion shattered. The trauma unlocked my missing memories, revealing a truth I was never meant to know: I wasn't a nobody. I was the hidden heiress to his greatest rival,and my husband had buried the truth to protect the uncle who orchestrated my accident. I signed the divorce papers the moment I woke up, walked out of the hospital, and vanished. Two years later, I have returned. No longer the amnesiac girl he controlled, I built my own empire in the shadows and walked straight back into his corporate world to finish what was started. But Raphael is waiting. He never signed the divorce papers. He still calls me his wife. Now, he's offering a dangerous ultimatum: listen to the devastating truth about my mother and his five years of lies, or walk away forever. I just have to decide if the man I hate is the only one who can help me win the war that's coming.

To help my husband, Henry Carter, pay off a million-dollar debt, I clean windows and scrub toilets in an office building on Valentine's Day just for the triple pay. After I'm done with the windows, I am about to transfer the last 50 thousand dollars of the debt when a post suddenly pops up on my phone. The title of the post is, "What is something you see in real life that makes you feel sorry for someone, even if they are your enemy?" One of the top comments says, "The person I hate the most is my boyfriend's wife. My boyfriend pretends to be poor to spend money on me and cheats his wife out of over a million. That woman works day and night at a cleaning company just to make money for me! "This has gone on for eight years. That woman has been scrubbing toilets for eight years! Even if she is my enemy, I feel sorry for her." I freeze, and my fingers tremble uncontrollably. No way. It has to be a coincidence. I stare at those words, stunned and unable to recover from the shock. Then, a new comment appears, "Now, my boyfriend plans to fake an illness by telling his wife that he has cancer. He's going to trick her into giving him money to buy me a car." At that exact moment, Henry sends me a message. The instant I open it, I feel my heart skip a beat. It reads, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm sick—I have cancer. The doctor says we need to prepare 80 thousand dollars for treatment. I hate myself for this. Why am I even alive? I'm just dragging you down with me." The words "late-stage liver cancer" in the attached diagnosis report are painful to look at. I think in dismay, "Henry, you do not need to pretend to be sick. You are indeed in the late stage of cancer."

"Tristan! Help!" I called out his name again. It was not a scream but a command. He didn't even flinch. "You know the rules, Juniper," he said, his voice fearfully calm. "I don't touch you. Don't use a fall to trick me into breaking those rules." .... But this mess is over. I’m done playing love with him. I’m returning to the Vangough seat. And as for the man who was allergic to my touch, he’s just about to find out how much it hurts when I finally let go—and take my empire with me. Tristan wants a divorce. But I’ll give him a battle he will never be able to endure.

All it took was a gunshot to have this criminal fucking her senseless.... Avery had spent months trying to being down Andrew Richardson the Black heart don and the criminal she swore to put behind bars. She even set a trap for him using someone close as bait. But instead of giving down in chains,she was offered to him in marriage in exchange of company share and stakeholders unknowingly to her. She should have run away when she found out, she should have followed through with the mission,but as a young girl craving warmth, how could she resist the way he touch her, the way he makes her feel when looking at her, the way his fingers made her forget the rules she lives by. This wasn't the plan. She didn't come her to get addicted to her enemy who becomes her nemesis, yet every night with him, the Mafia lord leaves her wanting more and drags her deeper into the dangerous world. He's supposed to die for his crimes, but unfortunately the real crime is how badly she wants him.

On the day we were supposed to get engaged, my fiancé, Marco, married the Don's daughter. My father was framed and thrown in jail. I needed five million dollars to get him out. Then Marco found me. "Be my mistress," he offered, "and I'll save your father." I smiled and turned to the man lurking in the shadows, a man known for his power, brutality, and his stone-cold heart. They said the king of the underworld never let a woman spend the night. But with me, he buried his head in my hair, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the mahogany desk, and the ornate carved bed all became our battlegrounds. And there was one thing I forgot to tell Marco. The man I was with was Dante Landini, the cold-blooded Don of the Landini family, who was Marco's soon-to-be father-in-law.

Kidnap your fiance, tie him up, and ride him senseless. What could go wrong? For Lorraine, everything. Because when everything’s done and the hood came off, it was a stranger staring back at her. Horror and guilt hit hard. But betrayal hit harder—when she found her fiance in bed with her sister. Now her wedding is off, her heart is bruised, and the man she called a mistake? He’s Misha Ashford. A billionaire. A warlord. And he wants to marry her.

Aria Bennett's world crumbles when she finds out her husband is cheating on her with her step sister and demanding a divorce to marry her instead. Humiliated, disowned and thrown out, things take an even crueler turn when Aria discovers she is pregnant. But instead of happiness and joy her ex husband rejects both her and the unborn baby , pushing her to get rid of it. Just when she had no one to run to, billionaire Adrian Morelli steps in and makes a shocking claim that the child she’s carrying was his. A medical mix up reveals that Aria was mistakenly implanted with Adrian’s embryo. Bound by a contract to carry his heir for three years in exchange for financial freedom , Aria enters his cold and controlled world as his surrogate. But beneath Adrian’s cold behavior lies a man scarred by abandonment , betrayal and trauma . As they navigate scandal, jealousy and Adrian’s past, obligation slowly turns to something deeper, and just when love begins to bloom tragedy strikes and a devastating betrayal drives Aria away. Years later, she returns, not as a discarded wife but a powerful fashion mogul . Now Adrain has to fight for the woman he once took for granted , proving that love is not a contract but a choice.

Amanda's world fell apart with just one inquiry during the silence of betrayal. "Did you receive the letter that came in this morning at your office?" Dickson's charge seemed weighty and unassailable as it lingered in the air. A storm that threatened to drown the promises of a lifetime had arrived in the form of the terrible divorce letter. Amanda's heart stumbled beneath the weight of broken vows as Dickson's icy words reverberated. She begged, her voice sour, "You promised me..." Unshed tears clouded her vision, and disappointment loomed over her, threatening to crush her. Dickson, however, remained unaffected and branded their union a sham. Amanda's fate had been decided by Amelia's reappearance. Amanda began to doubt the genuineness of the years she had spent in a loveless marriage once the discovery came upon her like a cold wave. "You're getting a divorce because she came back? Are we nothing more than a joke to you?" His reply was more incisive and exposed a fact Amanda hadn't dared to confront. She served as a pawn or stand-in in a game of family dynasty. "You were not the spouse I desired... I won't make the same error now that she's back." Dickson's scathing remarks highlighted the hollowness of their relationship as well as the wounds caused by unmet expectations. When Amanda experienced heartbreak, she was given a stern choice: sign the paperwork or go with a price tag on her value. Amanda was left to sift through the ruins of a marriage that was founded on dishonesty and unspoken wishes because Dickson's mastery of cruel words had reached its zenith. As Amanda debated whether to let go or fight for the love she thought was once genuine, the sour taste of betrayal persisted.

I woke up inside a novel, and not even as an important character. I became a pretty background extra in a smut novel. My brother, however, was the only normal person in the entire story. His character setting was the one man the soft, delicate heroine could never win over. He was the cold, unattainable Prince Charming she could never conquer. When the heroine cried and confessed her love, he was studying. When she offered him her whole heart and body, he was busy starting a company. When she spiraled into scandals and nightlife, he was already a billionaire, calm and untouchable. I thought he would live a quiet, ascetic life forever. Until one night, I walked in on him at midnight… holding a piece of clothing I recognized all too well, murmuring a name over and over, a name so familiar that my scalp tingled.

I was in a relationship with Quinn Lucas for five years and thought I had touched her with my sincerity. That night, I got a phone call from her when I was preparing to propose to her. "Kyle, come to the hotel." Then, she sent me the address. When I arrived, she told me to buy contraceptives from the supermarket next door. I thought we were close to our happily ever after, so I was excited. When I knocked on the door of her room again, I saw a man, who took the contraceptives in my hand and thanked me. I froze in place...