Pride Prejudice Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I let him run past me, but not before I mark every damn feature of his face, the damn tattoo that marks him a Rossi. “Zef,” Priya starts, her eyes watering, and she knows better than to try explain it to me. So, she tries something else instead. She gaslights me, and I let her do it, because it is easier to accept that I’d done something to push my newly wedded wife into the arms of another man. “I waited for you. You stood me up. I got drunk and I don’t know…I don’t know how…” She starts sobbing. “You’re not drunk now.”

Detroit~ That name tasted like ash in her mouth. She pressed forward quickly, afraid his silence would harden into dismissal. “I won’t say anything about her. I won’t interfere. If you want her, have her. Bring her into our marriage as your concubine, your mistress. I won’t object.” Her voice wavered. “I’ll even accept her with grace. I just… I just need my place as your wife.” Her words hung in the air, absurd even to her own ears. A Harrington heiress, offering to share her man. A humiliation unthinkable in their world. Yet here she was, bleeding her pride out at his feet.

Everything I did now was deliberate. Precious sat across from me then, legs crossed, posture stiff, eyes cold in a way that grief often hardens them. She looked nothing like the woman Croft once married, the soft, hopeful girl who believed marriage could protect her. This Precious was sharper, carved by abandonment and pride, more enclosed in her personal wealth. That pleased me. Broken people were easier to redirect. She didn’t agree to anything immediately. Precious never rushed. She listened, calculated, and weighed what she had lost against what she could still reclaim. I spoke slowly and carefully, feeding her truths wrapped in bitterness.

“My stepdaughter.” Her hand dropped. “She is to marry Mr. Aedrick.” My heart stopped. The sound around me faded. I stared at her in shock. “What?” My voice came out weak, like a breath more than a word. Pearl acted like she didn’t hear me at all. She kept her eyes on the man. She carried herself like she just confirmed a simple arrangement, not destroyed my life with one sentence. I stood there, frozen. Marry? Marry him?

I'm tearing up. [Wait, didn't I just see photos of them hugging and sharing a drink? Why are they gone? Am I imagining things?] [You're not alone! I saw them too! I even saved them. Why did they disappear from my gallery? Is this some kind of glitch?] [Stop fantasizing. You're probably imagining things because of heartbreak. Accept reality. Mr. Princeton and Her Highness are meant to be.] [Exactly. Ms. Vancrest was just an accident. A business tycoon and a crown heir, that's the perfect match. Everything is finally back on track.]

I used to truly despise him. My blood started to boil at the sound of his voice. I was repulsed as soon as I caught sight of his shadow. Particularly when we are both facing one another. Even now, Clifford feels proud. One of the things I detest the most about him is that. His haughtiness. I never imagined that I would love him as much as I do now. I never imagined that after a few months of being unhappy, I would feel both love and like for him. I mistakenly believed that the reason I was unhappy was simply because my pride was being wounded. Because Clifford should be the only one permitted to kiss me, I am already hurt.

Maxwell POV Was going to reject the meal she brought earlier but just the scent hitting my nose, I could feel all my bone coming together crying out for her to serve them out. Forgetting we are enemies, I let go of my ego and ate like I have been hungry for years. Cause why not? The one whom I thought was mine, my own personal person, my fiance, the one I thought was the mother of my unborn child turned out to be a slave who prefer to sleep around without shame and act so innocent. I bet she must have learnt acting in her previous night, I thought watching as Betty left with the empty food flask lunch box.

"I'm sorry, how embarrassing, what are you going to think of me, I'm sure I did it on purpose." "No, please, I would never think that about you, you're a nice, shy girl and I love that about a woman, her innocence." Without waiting another minute, he approached her, she pretended to be shy and let him. Jared led her down a path, laid her on the grass, kissed her, caressed her until he finally possessed her with passion and she continued to pretend innocence. Twice they had sex, but the second time she took control of her desire, in the meantime she thought with a smile, Oy little sister, if you marry Christian, I swear you will not be happy with him, because I will not allow it, what will he

“This Princess has been over-indulged; her parents and brother have doted on her and allowed her to learn skills that women shouldn't touch. You’ll have to break her, son, and fast. The best path to that is to get her pregnant tonight." My jaw drops open in shock, my hand covering my mouth to hold back my appalled gasp. Never – not once has the Prince indicated that he felt this way about women! About me! "Ariel’s a prude," my fiancé says on a disappointed sigh, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "She barely lets me kiss her, so I don’t think knocking her up tonight is going to happen. "

I went to her, cupped her cheeks and made her look at me, “Precious? What is it? Did someone hurt you? Tell me and I’ll send someone to break their legs.” She scoffs, “You sound like a true Prince Charming, huh? Your chivalry does not convince me. Happy endings don't exist in my world. Besides, I don’t want to talk about it.” I don’t press her to reveal what’s eating her but whatever it is, is making her upset, not what I have in mind for her. Now that I have her in my arms again, I take advantage of my position by pressing her against my chest again. The difference between our highs is significant and my growing erection hits her abdomen.