Carta A Mi Futuro Esposo の小説・ストーリー

I said dreamily as I could literally see our future in front of my eyes. •In the middle of a concert, he'll run to me, hug me and say that he loves me. •Then he'll propose to me with a diamond ring. I don't even care if the diamond isn't even real. • Then we'll get married. •Then we'll have kids. 1...2..no...3...no... "Come back to reality baby." Nida's voice pulled me back. I grinned like a fool. "Are you sure you are a CA and not some run away from the Agra mental hospital?" She said with a serious face and a hand on my shoulder.

he yelled loud enough to break my eardrums. I didn’t think I could do this. Scratch that. I knew I couldn’t. I wasn’t strong enough. He could have chosen me over her at any time, but he hadn’t. He took out his phone and it lit up. He pressed a button. “Who are you calling?” I asked in confusion. He didn’t say anything until a man answered. “Father. I need you to know I am bringing my future wife home after graduation. There will be a wedding and a baby shortly after that. I’ll have more of an idea of the timeline after I propose to my future fucking wife.”

On my wedding day, I received a call from my husband three years in the future via a time machine. In the video, he was lying in bed with my maid of honor, calmly telling me he had cheated. The screen went black. I sat frozen on the suite's sofa, unable to process it. Ethan and I had been together for eight years, since college. He was the youngest rising-star attorney out of his law school. I was the surgical prodigy out of mine.

My mother stepped in front of me, her voice stern. “We have sacrificed a lot for you. Do you think food and a place to sleep comes for free. At least do something to help us for once.” “You’re selling me. Don’t you call it marriage? Don’t you dare,” I hissed. She flinched but composed just in time. “It is marriage. The Alpha has chosen you. Do you have any idea the kind of honor that is? Any girl in the pack would be grateful.” “Honor?” I let out a laugh that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “So you want me to believe the Alpha would want someone like me. An Omega, nobody? This feels like a big lie.”

Despite the confusion and uncertainty, Lisa can't deny the flutter of excitement in her chest at the thought of what the future may hold. Lisa asked, “When are we getting married?" Adrian thinks something, and then “Soon, I will remember my promise.” Lisa happily hugs him, and Adrian lies quietly. As they lay there in each other's arms, the future may be uncertain, but for now, all that matters is the warmth of Adrian's embrace and the promise of a future together. ***********************************

I called him. “It’s okay, Mr. Santiago. At least I saw Minerva while I was on the way to the restaurant,” the man stated and looked at me. “You can call me Karlo, Minerva. I’m your future husband. I hope I am not ugly to you. I will make sure to possess a good body built and achieve more winnings in life so I wouldn’t be a stupid husband once we get married.”

A smirk plays on his lips as he turns his attention back to me. “Yes, the future husband,” he says, his voice dripping with insinuation. “Does that mean you haven’t done it yet? I will have you know that I’m amazing at planning for such things. I’ve arranged many matings in the past for my many brothers and sisters. If you wish, I could find the perfect resort for your bonding—”

The moment he saw me walking away so resolutely, it seemed he realized how harsh he had been and chose to back down. "Emilia, I was wrong just now. With Gianna being sick this whole time, I've been neglecting you. There's a party tomorrow night—come with me. I'll propose to you again. Let's put everything in the past behind us and start over." I took a deep breath of the cold outdoor air. Before I could reply, my phone lit up again. An email and a notification popped up. My visa had been processed, and my flight had been booked. The departure time was set for the next evening—the day of the party.

Shock flooded his face. Mia took her phone back and smiled sweetly at him. "You finally believe that I'm from the future, right? To be honest with you, I'm one of your 18 mistresses. "If you really only loved Teresa, you'd instinctively refuse to have any physical contact with me, but you’re not rejecting my proximity at all. Would you believe me if I told you that, in the future, you'll also be hurting Teresa time and time again for my sake?"

“On our dime, obviously. I need you to stop seeing this as a war between us and you. You aren’t an outsider anymore; you’re the future of the Moretti Syndicate. You don’t owe us a debt every time we drop a few million on you. It’s an investment in our collective happiness.” The mention of our future wedding sent a sharp pang through my chest. I wanted to walk down that aisle on my father’s arm, but I didn't even know if he was still breathing. “I’ll go,” I whispered. “I want to.” I’d heard the elite girls in the Virelli Luxury Plaza gossiping about their therapists like they were fashion accessories. 'My mediator told me to block my ex.' 'I need to journal my trauma.' Maybe it was time I sto