Rena Gordon Harold Moore の小説・ストーリー

In Harford City, the sky was overcast—a dull, heavy gray that mirrored the solemnity of the day. The air carried the scent of incense and fresh flowers, clinging to everything like a memory refusing to fade. The Moore family stood before the twin graves of Benjamin and Vivianne Moore. The marble headstones were tall, pristine, unyielding. Their names carved into stone remained untouched by time, yet they had shaped every second of Grayson’s life.

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

I’m only confused because she’s a human, and I don’t know how, and why the moon goddess has decided to mate me with a human. This is unacceptable. I pick up my phone to call Tori. She is the only person I can have this conversation with. “Hello! Arthur?! Are you okay? What’s wrong?” She bursts out, feeling on edge. “Calm down. Nothing happened. I just called to see how you are doing. Why are you so on edge?” I counter. “Thank the moon goddess. I got so scared. I thought maybe something terrible has happened.” She sighs. I pause for a second before responding. “And why would you be thinking about something terrible happening to me? Do you still think I’m incompetent?”

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

It looked like a small, warning ember. "Good evening," Diane said, her voice shifting into a professional honey. "Tonight, we are joined by Gideon Moore. Until forty-eight hours ago, he was the Chairman of Moore Industries and the architect of the Ravenport skyline. But after a series of staggering scandals and a sudden resignation, the world is asking: what happened behind the closed doors of Moore Crest?"

She was smiling at him as usual, and it was as if she had never left before. However, some people would eventually leave, and there was no possibility for them to return. Ms. Moore’s passing had also impacted Gordon a lot. Both of them had been madly in love with each other, and their relationship had never changed over the years. Now that Ms. Moore had passed on, Gordon had also collapsed. In the afternoon, Ronald arrived with a hurried look on his face. It looked like he had been in a rush. He met Mark’s eyes at once and asked, “Where’s your grandpa?”

The article was brutal. “It appears Mr Charles Moore was living a double life for years, one of luxury, one of frailty. Colleagues at Orevelle knew him as Frederick Gibbson: long hair, ducktail beard, thick eyebrows, heavy lashes. A disguise so effective, even his closest associates never suspected a thing.” “Wow,” I whispered, leaning back in my chair. “So people really do that? Two faces. One strong, one dying. Like they’re twenty seconds from the grave in one body, and running marathons in the other.”

Can’t he not remember me? “Aerah Moore… hmm. The name sounds familiar,” Landon uttered, squinting his eyes while looking at me from head to toe. I did not know if I should be happy by the way he was acting. Should I feel great because he still somehow remembered me or be fucking offended because how the hell could he not recall me? Excuse me, I am Aerah Moore! I was the only daughter of the late Gordon Moore who owned Moore Estates, the number one real estate business in most of United States’ land! “Oh, I remember now. I heard her name on the news recently. My employees kept talking about her, too. Nice to meet you, Ms. Aerah Moore…”

Impossible. “I saw him just now. He’s here.” Hiro smiled at Nate. Nate turned his looks at me and I just shook my head. That’s impossible. It’s not happening again. Spencer Moore is not here. He’s in London. Everybody told me he was in London. There was proof. He’s not going to cross my path again like in high school, right?