Kuchisake Onna 2

彼氏があの方面の能力が強いので、私たちは愛し合う度に新しい刺激を求める。 そんな時、彼はいつも私をこうなだめる。 「君が卒業したら、俺たちは結婚しようね」 私はその言葉を信じ込んだ。 だから早期卒業を目指し、一所懸命に単位を取る一方で、夜遅くまでテクニックを学び、彼の身体を満足させるために努力していた。 ところが、ある日、学習が遅くなり門限に間に合わず、バーにいる彼を探しに行ったら、偶然彼と彼の友人の会話を耳にした。 「時安さんの彼女って本当にふしだらな女か？」 「もちろん本当よ！時安さんが自ら調教したんだよ」 「じゃあ、谷川雅子（たにかわまさこ）は？」 時安は煙を吐き出しながら、優しい目をして言った。 「彼女は違う、彼女はとても純粋だ」 この瞬間から、私は彼を憎み始めた。 学校に戻ると、すぐに教授に電話をかけた。 「先生がおっしゃっていたその秘密のプロジェクトに、私も参加したいです」 これから、私の人生を国に捧げると決めた。

結婚式のリハーサル中、婚約者の同僚が突然乱入し、会場の装飾をめちゃくちゃに壊した。 「小島涼は私と結婚するって言ったのよ！お前なんか何様なの！」 彼女は私の2億円相当のウェディングドレスを奪い取ったが、太りすぎて頭すら通らない様子だった。 私は冷笑して言った。「もしかして、あの大きめサイズのドレスすら入らないの？」 遠藤あおいは顔を真っ赤にして怒り、無理やりドレスに体をねじ込んだ。その瞬間、彼女の腰と背中の部分に無残なほど大きな裂け目がいくつもできた。 それでも彼女は得意げに笑って言った。「ドレスを破っちゃって何よ？涼は私を愛してるんだから、新しいドレスを買ってくれるわ！」 そして結婚式が始まると、遠藤は驚愕して立ち尽くした。 目の前に現れた新郎は小島涼ではなく、彼女と小島涼の会社の社長だったのだ。 だって、これが私の結婚式だなんて、一度も言ったことはなかったのだから。

夫と結婚して2年も経ったが、ペアローンを申し込もうとした時までは、彼の法律上の妻が別人だったことは知らなかった。 そうだったか。私との「結婚式」というのは単なる私的な儀式に過ぎず、正式に提出された婚姻届には別の女性の名前が書かれたのだ。 法律上では、私は彼の妻ではなく、ただの愛人だった。 傷心して家に帰ると、ドアの外で夫と彼の親友との会話が聞こえた。 「いつも神経が張り詰めているお前を見ていると、こっちまで疲れるよ。まったく！鈴子（すずこ）ちゃんをあれほど愛しているのなら、なぜあの山下美幸（やました みゆき）と婚姻届を出したんだ？お前、一体何を考えているのだ」 宮崎誠（みやさき まこと）は不思議そうに尋ねた。 橋本隆祐（はしもと たかすけ）は複雑な表情を浮かべ、心が混乱しているように口を開いた。 「最初は、美幸のことを鈴子の身代わりだとしか思わなかったが、でも、美幸が去った後、僕は寂しくなり……ほぼ毎日、彼女が恋しくてたまらなかった。結局、彼女をアシスタントとして呼び戻さずにはいられなかった」 数秒後、彼はため息混じりに話し続けた。 「僕には鈴子も美幸も必要だ。だから、鈴子には正々堂々と一緒に暮らしてあげてる。その代わり、美幸には法律上の妻という身分を与えたのだ。公平だろ？」 ドアの外で、私は体が震え、心が引き裂かれるような痛みを感じ、世界が崩れ落ちたような感覚だった。 「鈴子も美幸も必要だ」という彼の言葉を聞いてはじめて、彼が二人の女性を同時に愛してしまったと分かった。 彼は幼なじみの私と一緒にいながらも、愛人も手放したくないようだ。 彼にとって、自分が特別な存在で、彼に至れたり尽くせたりで守られる大切な人だと思い込んでいた。 しかしながら、彼は私をバカにして、私の気持ちを踏みいじった。 真相がわかった時、私は泣きもせず、騒ぎもせず、ただ静かにその場から立ち去った。 そして、計画2件を立て始めた……

敵国との平和条約で、人質（名目は大使）に選ばれた実の娘の身代わりとなった エリンシア姫...... ◇◇◇ 彼女は琴の名手.....恋人を殺した男、国の支配者の宗主の側室（愛人）になっていたエリンシア..... ◇◇◇ 今度は敵国の王と不倫関係になってしまう..... ........嫉妬深い面もあるが美貌の王妃にも 琴の演奏に穏やかな気質で 廻りからも気に入られ愛される事にはなるが ◇◇◇ ……事情を全て知る大貴族からの求婚に戸惑うエリンシア ◇◇◇ .......しかし、第三の敵の国、北の国からの来襲で、都は陥落！.......騒乱の中で流転する悲劇！エリンシア姫の運命は？

Élevée parmi les montagnes paisibles de Pedesina, en Italie, Donna Amorielle est la seule fille de Don Vittorio Amorielle et d’Ellis Barker, un couple forgé dans le feu de la mafia et d’un amour improbable. Loin des rues chaotiques de New York, elle a grandi aux côtés de ses frères — Jake, Marco et Jason — sous le poids d’un héritage qu’elle ne pourra jamais revendiquer et l’ombre d’un destin qu’elle refuse d’accepter. Prise entre le sang mafieux qui coule dans ses veines et la détermination américaine héritée de sa mère, Donna ne veut pas être simplement la fille d’un don, ni une pièce dans un jeu d’alliances. Elle veut davantage : elle veut choisir qui elle sera. À 25 ans, Donna confronte son père, le redouté Don Vittorio, exigeant une chance de retourner aux États-Unis et de tracer son propre chemin. Réticents, Vittorio et Ellis cèdent, croyant que la distance les protégera du passé qu’ils ont laissé derrière eux. Mais ce qui commence comme une quête de liberté se transforme rapidement en une plongée périlleuse dans les eaux troubles de la mafia. Sur le sol américain, Donna découvre que les péchés de ses parents résonnent encore, et de vieux ennemis sont prêts à réclamer une dette dont elle ignorait l’existence. Déterminée à prouver sa valeur, elle devra choisir : se battre pour le nom Amorielle ou le réduire en cendres pour construire le sien. Une histoire de loyauté, de vengeance et d’autodécouverte, Donna parle du prix du pouvoir et du courage de défier le destin — même lorsque le sang parle plus fort.

Marriage was never about love, it was a weapon, a strategy, the final step Leonardo Mancini needed to claim his place as Don. In his world, love is weakness, and weakness gets you killed. For Nora Romano, life was simple until the night her father’s debt to the mafia became her burden. The price? Her freedom. The cost? Becoming the wife of a man whose name was feared across Italy. What begins as a marriage of leverage soon spirals into a dangerous game of secrets, betrayal, and blood loyalty. As enemies close in and trust fractures within the family, Leonardo is forced to confront the one thing he swore he’d never risk.... his heart. Can a man built on power and control balance the weight of love? And can Nora give her heart to someone whose world embodies everything she despises? In the mafia, love is the deadliest gamble of all.

Four years of loving Marchello Enzo taught me one thing— it was finally time to let him go. He was the Don of the Marchello mafia empire. And I was supposed to become his Donna—his partner, his equal, the woman who stood at his side. But the moment his childhood sweetheart returned, radiant and adored, I understood something painfully simple: The title of Donna was never meant for me. It belonged to her. So before I walked away, I made three quiet decisions— First, I tossed the wedding ring he believed I treasured, and altered my million-dollar wedding dress to the measurements of the woman who had always held his heart. Second, I packed every extravagant gift he had ever given me—and donated them all to charity. They had once felt like proof of love; now they were nothing but proof of my foolishness. Third,I reclaimed a position I once abandoned for him—one I had turned down twice because he wanted me at his side. This time, I chose myself. My work. My life. A path that did not depend on his promises. On the day of his wedding, when he lifted the bride’s veil and realized it wasn’t me… the ruler of a billion-dollar underworld empire shattered. He tore the city apart looking for me— But he never found me. Because by then, I was already thousands of miles away, buried in my work, building the life he never believed I’d choose. I held the one secret he never imagined he’d lose: our child.

I was known as a good girl in high society, and the most rebellious thing I ever did was to refuse to marry Asher Jonas, the head of the Ace family. When I was kidnapped by enemies, I thought I would be assaulted and hurt. Unexpectedly, Asher fought against the kidnappers to protect me. When rescue arrived, Asher, covered in blood and on the verge of death, finally let out a sigh of relief, "Don't cry. I'll be sad." I fell in love with this man at that moment. After we wed, he doted on me, and I soon became pregnant. However, I overheard his conversation with his underboss. "Don Jonas, you made a bet with Mr. Anderson Payne that you would win the heart of the good girl, Elle Sachs. You deliberately set her up to make her fall for you. Now that you've been married for two years, are you still going to keep pretending?" Asher paused for a moment and muttered, "I can't be with Lucy Snow, so it doesn't matter who I marry." The underboss asked in confusion, "Didn't you always complain that Donna was too dull and uninteresting? Even though you can't be together because Ms. Snow is your stepsister, you can choose any girl you want." "Elle is very well-behaved. She won't hurt Lucy. That's why I chose her." It turned out that all the happiness I had experienced over the past two years was fake. My husband had been deeply in love with another woman all along. I wiped away my tears, silently packed my luggage, and left the fake prison that had been built for me, carrying the baby that I had only just conceived. I would disappear from Asher's world and never cross paths with him again.

Christmas Eve was meant to be the culmination of seven years of long-distance longing—the day Lorenzo finally slid an engagement ring onto my finger. Instead, a sudden emergency surgery chained me to the operating table. The patient wasn't just suffering from a premature delivery and catastrophic hemorrhaging; she was riddled with infections, the biological fallout of a reckless, hedonistic lifestyle. The girl on the table spat out orders with a venomous entitlement that made my blood run cold. "My husband is the head of the Corleone family. He’s second to none, and this entire city bows to him. If you can’t save my baby, you’re all dead." My mind went blank. There was only one head of the Corleone family: Lorenzo. "You’ve got the wrong man," I said, my voice wavering despite my frown. "The news said he’s already engaged to a woman from a rival family for a strategic alliance." The girl looked at me as if I’d just told a pathetic joke. She surveyed me with a mocking sneer. "Oh, he’s mentioned that woman. He said she’s like a cold corpse—that even touching her makes him sick to his stomach. She doesn't provide him a fraction of the pleasure I do." She smirked. "He heard something happened to the baby. He’s en route from Sicily right now with his personal detail." She flicked her phone screen open. There it was: a photo of her and Lorenzo, locked in a suffocatingly intimate embrace. I froze. A second later, a notification from Lorenzo vibrated against my palm. “Darlin’, something urgent came up tonight. I’m skipping the engagement dinner. I’ll make it up to you later.” Since they were so utterly in love, I decided to give them exactly what they wanted. I dialed a number that had been silent for three years—the number of the true mastermind of the underworld, Don Sebastian. "Does your proposal from three years ago still stand?"

Just because I post one picture with my younger brother, Lucas Gambino, his girlfriend Betty Gotti decides I'm the other woman. She rolls up to my place with her crew, live‑streaming the whole thing while they tear it apart. "Look at this puttana trying to steal my man!" Betty shouts to the camera. "She's got the face to flirt, but not the spine to admit it! Give me ideas, chat—I'll teach her some respect." Those psychos destroyed everything. My jewelry, my designer clothes, my bags… they didn't spare a thing. Not even the ring my parents left me. Then, with the viewers egging her on, Betty crossed the line. She had her girls strip me bare on stream. Her chat was going wild, donations pouring in—until my brother saw it. When Lucas kicked in the door to pull me out, I looked at him through eyes that burned. "Dump the girlfriend," I told him. "Or you can forget about ever being the Don."