Pride And Prejudice Book With Letters の小説・ストーリー

THE WRONG VOW ( MISTAKENLY MARRIED TO THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE) CHAPTER 6: THE SECRET INSIDE THE LETTER 💌 Emily's fingers trembled as she unfolded the yellowed paper. The elegant handwriting looked familiar, though she couldn't remember where she had seen it before. Taking a shaky breath, she began to read. My dearest Emily, If this letter has reached you, then fate has finally caught up with us. I pray that you are alive, because that means I have not failed you completely.

Because Alexander handled things. The flowers were just the beginning. By Tuesday, gifts started arriving. Expensive ones—jewelry from Tiffany's, a designer handbag I'd once mentioned liking months ago, a first edition of Pride and Prejudice that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent. Each one came with a card in Miles's handwriting: "Please forgive me." "I can't live without you." "I love you, always." "Give me one more chance." I sent them all back. Every single one. Return to sender, unopened when possible.

Small, rectangular, wrapped in cream paper with a bronze ribbon. “Daniel…” “Just open it.” I unwrap carefully, my fingers trembling slightly. Beneath the paper is a book. Old leather binding. Gold lettering on the spine that catches the candlelight. Jane Eyre. First Edition. My breath catches. “This is…” “A 1847 first edition. Smith, Elder & Co. printing.” His voice is soft, almost vulnerable. “You told me that night, four years ago, that it was your favorite book. That your father used to read it to you before bed, doing all the voices. I’ve been looking for the right copy ever since.”

I knew the Itah clan were good at keeping their weight, but this was amusing. In everything, Emilia cleared her throat as the others gathered what was inside the luggage bag next to Emmy. I stayed looking in between them and then stood to collect my letters sent from the gentleman and Irvan. To which I was pleasantly surprised to hear Emilia ask me, “Allow us to read our letters, then you can read yours, and perhaps we can decipher if they have words of adoration or not, shall we?” I nodded in excitement at this exchange.

The writing was childish and almost laughable, full of shallow regrets and empty promises that did nothing to move me. It was not the only one. After quickly counting them, I realized she had written ninety-nine different letters. Every single one began with the phrase, 'I'm sorry.' One of the letters read, 'Caleb, when you were pursuing me, you wrote me ninety-nine love letters. I actually read every single one carefully, and I remember everything you wrote. 'I was just too proud back then. I didn't want you to win me over so easily, so I pretended to be impatient with you. But the truth is, I liked you from the very beginning.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

"Depends. Does it say 'To the Boy I Was and the Woman I Love'?" Her fingers ran over the embossed letters again. "Yes." "Then yes," he answered softly, leaning back in his chair. The book had arrived that morning in a plain cardboard box. She had thought it was something Luke had obtained for himself initially. Then she read the title, her name in the dedication, and it hit her like a rising tide of warmth. "You wrote a book," she said slowly, tracing her fingers across the pages. "You wrote a book of letters." "Letters to two people," Luke answered. "The boy I once was, and the woman who for whatever reason stayed."

She closed the book and left the library. "Good evening, my lady. A letter addressed to you has arrived," says the butler, handing over a lilac envelope with house Lestinna's seal. "Good evening, Butler Arthur." She smiled and opened the envelope. As expected, Duchess Suzanne sent a correspondent to her. Lately, they have been exchanging letters, resulting in their relationship improving. "Thank you," she added, waving the envelope as she made her way to their bed chamber. Shortly after, Athena knocked on the other side of the door. She stood up and greeted her lady-in-waiting.

I picked up my cliché: Pride and Prejudice. The copy I had at home was worn and battered from being read so many times. Its cover was creased and marked from years of use. But this one was different. It was a red hardcover with golden lettering. It looked as though it had never even been opened. Would I be the first? There was something ironic about fate. Me being the first to open this book when I had never even been touched myself. Never been “opened.” I smiled to myself at my ridiculous thought.

Roberto’s eyes lit up as he ran his fingers over the gold-leaf lettering on the spine. "This is a first-edition manifest from the Northern Campaigns!" my father exclaimed, thoroughly impressed. "Where on earth did you manage to secure this, Victor?" "My family maintains a rather extensive private library," Victor replied modestly with a soft wave of his hand. "I knew a man of your distinguished military service would appreciate its historical value." Next, he produced an exquisite, hand-drawn map of historical trade routes for my mother, who beamed with delight. Even young Leo was completely won over when Victor handed him a finely carved wooden pocket compass.