Victor Reader の小説・ストーリー

SYNOPSIS Mirabel Harrington was born with a rare water allergy in a family that only cares about perfection. They hide her away and treat her like a silent maid in her own home, while her adopted sister Isabella gets all the love and attention. One night at Isabella’s birthday gala, Mirabel accidentally spills water on a masked guest, the ruthless billionaire Dante Virelli. The water triggers her painful allergy right in front of everyone. Dante, who is the son of his father’s mistress, needs to get married before he turns 29 or he will lose his father’s entire empire forever. He offers Mirabel a deal: stay with him for just ninety days and they can both escape their toxic families. What starts as a cold arrangement in his fancy penthouse slowly turns into a secret contract marriage to help him claim his inheritance. Behind Dante’s icy personality is a desperate man who sees his own painful childhood in Mirabel’s suffering. As they spend more time together, he has to take care of her during her allergic reactions, and his cold mask begins to crack. Mirabel, who has always been invisible, starts to come alive. She learns to stand up for herself, reveals family secrets, and falls for the man who refuses to look away from her scars. But Dante’s legitimate family, his half-brother Victor, and Isabella team up to tear them apart. When the fight for the inheritance gets dangerous and Mirabel’s health gets worse, both of them have to decide if their growing love is worth risking everything. In a world that punished them just for existing, can two broken people finally choose each other without any contracts or masks?

I thought my life was sorted. I have a sweet fiancé Marcus, a cozy apartment and my wedding Pinterest board on lock. As The classic good girl, I saved myself for marriage, never gave anyone trouble and always made safe choices. That was until I met Marcus’ dad Victor. He is tall, suave and deliciously charming. Everything about him turns me on without trying. Just one handshake and my body lit up like fireworks. I panicked and told myself it was hormones. I avoided him like a plague and even gave Marcus my virginity few months to our wedding but it didn’t work. One girls’ night and one weird-tasting drink, I find myself in his bed begging like I’d lost my mind while he ruins me for his son. Now I dream him every night while Marcus snores beside me like nothing’s changed. He has no idea I’m picturing his father when he touches me and that it’s his dad’s name I’m biting back when I come. I tell myself in the mirror every morning:
“Stop! You’re not this person.” But the second we’re in the same room? My willpower cracks. This isn’t cute at all. It’s messy, embarrassing and terrifying.
 The safest choice feels lonelier every day and the dangerous one feels like I’m finally breathing. What am I to do when the person I’m supposed to marry isn’t the one setting my body on fire and the one who is happens to be the last man I’m allowed to want? How long can I keep this affair hidden from Marcus when the wedding is so close and Victor is determined to have not just my body?

The Bloodfang Pack’s Alpha has declared a grand warrior match. A test of strength, cunning, and dominance. The werewolf who emerges victorious will not only earn the title of champion but will also claim his most beautiful daughter as a mate. But everyone knows this is just a formality. No matter who wins, I should be the one to marry Harken Shadowfang. He and I grew up together, our wolves intertwined by years of shared hunts and whispered promises beneath the full moon. He has always been my destined mate—or so I thought. The match begins, and Harken deliberately loses. I watch as he kneels in the dirt, breathing heavily, his sharp golden eyes flicking toward me with something cruel, something mocking. A chill runs down my spine. Why? Why would he do this? The victor stands tall, his fur still bristling from the heat of battle. Alaric Jaggedmane. A warrior through and through, his aura is heavy with the weight of a true Alpha—something Harken never had. Without hesitation, I step forward, lifting the warrior’s wreath. "Congratulations," I say, my voice steady. "You're now my husband." A furious snarl rips through the air. Harken storms toward me like a rabid beast, his fangs bared, his hands trembling as he snatches the wreath from my grasp. "Why didn't you pick me?" he demands, his voice bordering on madness. I meet his gaze without fear. Because in my past life, I did. I chose him. I thought he loved me. I thought we would be happy. But I was a fool. After my father’s death, Harken locked me away, keeping me weak with silver-laced drugs while he took his true mate, Ravyn Evermoon, to public events at his side. I was nothing but a tool. A stepping stone for his ambitions. A title to secure his rule. It was only then that I learned of his betrayal— of the three children he had already fathered with her. And so now, with this second chance granted to me by the Moon Goddess herself, I do not waver. I will not be Harken’s pawn again.