Priya Novel の小説・ストーリー

Valeria pov Priya arrived looking nothing like the girl who had left earlier. She stood at the doorway for a second too long, chest rising and falling too fast, and sweat was clinging to her temples despite the cool room. My eyes travelled to her hands. They were shaking…no, trembling, and her eyes looked hollow, like she’d run straight into a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. My face creased the moment I saw her. “Priya,” I said quickly, already moving toward her. I patted the edge of the bed. “Come here. Sit.”

“ Before you decide anything, I want you to know I have been keeping records since the first week.” Priya is completely blindsided by my revelation and takes the notebook. She started from the first page and made her way down to the page. I saw her brows knit together as she grabbed the document, laid it side by side with the notebook and studied them. She reread them a couple of times to make sure and she looked up. There was a mixture of respect and awe in her eyes. There was a small knot in my stomach as pride took me. It was the first time she had looked at me and not seen a billionaire wife but a capable woman.

I briefly explained to Richard what happened that day. Richard closed his eyes tightly, forcing back his tears. After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly. "Call my lawyer and the notary. From this day forward, I, Richard Prescott, am severing all ties with you, Jaclyn Prescott, and taking back everything the Prescott family ever gave you, including all the money and resources. From now on, your life has nothing to do with the Prescott family or me!" Jaclyn's head snapped up to look at Richard in disbelief. "Dad! I'm your biological daughter! How can you do this to me?!"

That fact jolted his consciousness. Why did Zoya disguise herself as Ashita? And why was she in this Dharavi? What was her hidden agenda doing this? Various questions filled Praveen's head. Praveen was stunned. So, the girl he loved was none other than the daughter of the tycoon Narendra Prasadh, not a country girl from Gondia? But how could that girl live in Dharavi? Living in the slum area, being a kindergarten teacher, and having an unpretentious appearance?

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

I wanted to take a moment to ponder but then the music began and I looked down the aisle to see the most beautiful sight I’d ever known. There she was positively glowing at me with her hair wound up in a large bun, white dress with blue trim in the absolutely perfect places, and when those blue eyes met mine. I thought I would collapse but luckily Rollo had come to stand by me and braced me. “Those are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I glanced at Rollo nodding knowing his love was different but so fucking amazing in its way because he choose Laura the claimed mother of the Crimson Priestess and she glowed just not quite as much as my Sophia. Beside each stood also an amazing woma

I said a very short and silent prayer, hoping everything would turn around quickly or maybe I would wake up and realize I had been dreaming, but none of this seemed to be happening anytime soon. I could not even make a call because she did not allow me to take my phone with me, she destroyed it yesterday before we even got here. I just lay down on the bed thinking about how I lost everything I cared about few hours ago. I dozed off again because I woke up to find out it was already 4PM in the evening and it was raining. I didn't know we had neighbors till now. I looked out of the window and watched the children play happily in the rain even though they had little or nothing, I imagined th

She had been sitting in the flat on a Thursday afternoon, Jack at Bridge for a meeting he had offered to cancel and that Priya had told him to go to, because she did not want him cancelling things on her account, that was not what she needed — and she had found herself, somewhat to her own surprise, scrolling to Chloe's name in her phone. She and Chloe had a relationship that had developed its own register over the years: warm, but not the register Chloe had with her own children, something more like two adults who respected each other's work and had, across family gatherings and the ordinary accumulation of years, become genuinely fond of each other. Priya had read Chloe's book — everyone i