Marlowe Review の小説・ストーリー

Just the diplomacy I had with the other people here. He shifted under my stare, shoving his hands in his pockets, possibly to hide his discomfort. I walked away, heading for the car Maxim and I had come in. Marlowe had already been sent to my mansion. She was injured and sick, and I was busy. She would not be seeing me for a while, and I would prefer to keep her in the dark about who had bought her. “Considering the fact that you wanted to leave, I didn't think you'd buy a slave,” Maxim chuckled as he climbed into the vehicle and buckled himself in.

Everleigh counted in her head—sixty, fifty-eight, fifty-four… Each dismissal made her stomach clench tighter. At last, when exhaustion hung like a shroud, Marlowe dismissed them to a grand chamber filled with long tables set for supper. “Rest,” he intoned. “Tomorrow will cut deeper.” Everleigh sank into a chair, her body aching, her mind reeling. She picked at food she barely tasted, her eyes wandering. And then she saw him.

The sharp metal rim bit into my skin, and a sting of pain shot up my leg. The stench hit me next, cheap meat paste laced with something that smelled like fermented sea fish. My eyes watered before I could stop them. Fidelia and the young maid wrinkled their noses, covering their mouths in mock gagging. Fidelia held up the black dress they had stripped off me, pinching the fabric like it was contaminated. "Such an expensive gown... wasted on a mutt," she sneered. "Mr. Marlowe is too generous with his pet."That younger maid sighed. "But I still believe only Lady Jessica is worthy of him."

His interruption caused murmurs, but the camera caught Marcelline’s composed smile as she handled it flawlessly. Selene’s pulse quickened. Her wineglass tilted, a crimson streak spilling onto the pale carpet, she didn’t notice. Comments flooded beneath the video: “She’s come to stay.” “Finally, a woman with class.” “Rowan’s loss, the nation’s gain.” Her breath hitched — then shifted into a quiet laugh. Low. Dangerous. “Oh, Marcelline…” she whispered. “If I can’t have him…” Her reflection glared back at her from the black mirror of her phone screen, eyes dark with venomous resolve.

“Because whoever left that note didn’t expect Marlowe to walk out standing up.” My gaze flicked back to the feed. Marlowe wasn’t standing like someone waiting for protection. She wasn’t shrinking, wasn’t folding inward. She was upright, balanced, eyes alert. A woman who’d survived hell and decided it didn’t get to own her posture anymore. “They underestimated her,” I said quietly. “Yes,” he agreed. “And they’re about to find out what that costs.” The line went dead. No goodbye. No qualifiers. Just the click of certainty.

Eliana’s POV The Marlowe Club was one of those places whispered about at charity galas and family dinners but rarely described in detail. It wasn’t because the women who went didn’t want to talk. It was because the men who ran it made sure the details never left its black marble walls. It was high-gloss exclusivity, from the velvet-draped booths to the polished brass sconces casting warm shadows over tables filled with people who had more money than morals. Eliana always felt like a fraud walking through the door — but Katherine?

There was an unread text, I checked again to see the last message and I was shocked too. the marrow of bones. I opened my mouth in surprise, almost gasping for more fresh air looking at my screen.

Marlowe International, the premier global hospitality company renowned for luxury hotels and resorts around the world, had been featured in the same magazine I appeared in last month. It finally sank in. “You’re a Marlowe,” I whispered, disbelief and awe lacing my voice. “You actually own this hotel.”

Mary looked at the phone in surprise and picked it up, her eyes widening. The video clip clearly showed Natasha having an intimate moment with a middle-aged man. The phone fell from Mary's hand in shock. Lucas looked at Mary angrily. His expression was distorted with anger. "Isn't Natasha in her room?" Lucas asked Mary in an angry voice. Mary's body trembled with fear when she heard Lucas' voice.