I Stole The Male Lead's First Night 소설 & 이야기

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

I forced a polite smile. “Well,” Chris said, already distracted again, “we should circulate.” “Yes,” I agreed, my voice steadier than I felt. As Chris guided me away, I did not look back. I didn’t need to. Sebastian Cross had already embedded himself somewhere deep beneath my skin. That night, long after the gala ended, long after Chris fell asleep beside me, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. My body still hummed with the memory of his voice, his gaze, the way he had seen through me without asking permission.

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

"I'm Linda Jones, friend, and owner of this place. I'm so glad Tabitha lives here, and I'm not lonely anymore. Keith shooking Linda's hand and then looked at Linda, and he was mesmerized by her size and how friendly she was. "Tabitha, introduce me to this hot man before I black out. He looks like a movie star! Who is he?" Linda could never hold herself wise when she has something in mind, and she talks to the point. Tabitha created a plausible lie and stammered out something close to the truth. "This... this... uh... my brother-in-law. Yes... My late husband's brother."

Her arms fell by her sides as she looked at him in shock. Seeing that Andre had picked her locks, she wanted to say something, but then she changed her mind. Andre, however, walked until he was standing in front of her. "Hi," he said. Valerie quietly observed him for a little while before putting her hand in her pocket. She took the gun, quickly pointed it at him, and cocked it as she said, "You have ten seconds to get lost before I do the world a favor and pull the trigger." Andre smiled, "I'm going to leave, Val, but only on one condition; return my stolen heart."

The male lead stepped into place across from me, he was the same actor from the wild night. “I guess fate has a way of keeping us together,” he teased. “Don’t be silly,” I said, smiling widely. “Let’s kill this.” “Darla!” the director’s voice snapped me out of it. “You ready?” “Yes,” I said. “Scene thirty-two. Take one.” “Action.” I turned to face him, my voice cold as steel. “You think I came here to beg? No. I came to take back what you stole.” He missed his cue again. He was too focused on me to act. He just stayed there, staring at me like I had just slapped him with the truth.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glittered like fallen stars, a thousand lives being lived while mine finally, finally began. I didn't know his real name. Didn't know anything about him except the way he touched me like I was precious and disposable all at once, like he understood exactly what I needed—to be seen, wanted, chosen for one perfect night. Tomorrow, I would belong to Richard Pemberton III. But tonight, I belonged to the stranger in the shadows, the man who made me feel alive for the first time in my carefully controlled life. Tonight, I belonged to L. And God help me, I never wanted this night to end.

Hot, obviously, in that devastatingly intense way that made every conversation feel like a chess match with sexual tension. And in the novel? He was the second male lead. He fell for Lyra. Hard. Quietly. Completely. And she—well, she never noticed. Too busy getting emotionally neglected by the male lead and making Very Bad Decisions. I remember throwing my phone across the room when Ethan got written out like an afterthought. So maybe this time? Maybe I would notice him. Because I had no family loyalty. No plotline. No illusions. And Ethan Quan? He wasn’t a subplot in my story. He was the beginning of a brand new one.

I'd think that he'll just piss me off. When our class ended, I immediately left the room. I'm the one who steps out of the room first since I'm sitting next to the front door. But to my surprise, someone grabs my arm and when I turn around, I just wanna shriek in annoyance when I see Charles. "What?!" I hissed. I just told myself that I won't talk to him but what is the meaning of this? I'm betraying myself. "Hey calm down, you owe me something." He said, straightly. Wait, did I just hear the word ' owe '?

I swallowed, scared and unsure of how to put my words in the best way possible. “I'm sorry. A lot happened that night.” We both knew the night I was talking about. When I was gone for a couple of hours and suddenly showed up, but with a boss and a mansion to live in. “Tell me everything.” “So, you know now that I used to strip, and that night was when I reunited with Ryan again for the first time. That same night, I was framed for theft. So I got locked up.” “Really?” She looked dumbfounded.