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There, she crosses paths with Beta James—a disciplined, rugged widower with a strong sense of duty.
Their undeniable chemistry ignites a fierce, forbidden passion, but James resists, convinced she's too young despite fate marking her as his second-chance mate. When she walks away, he fights the desperate urge to claim her, only to realize too late that letting her go might have been his greatest mistake.
As their worlds collide, Vicky stumbles into a deadly game of power and deception. Wizards and vampires have been hiding the truth from her—secrets that could spark a war.
Can Vicky and James overcome their differences and the ghosts of her past, or will the forces conspiring against them tear their destiny apart?
チャプター 1
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School hallway.
A narrow stretch of linoleum and lockers that smelled faintly of gym socks and teenage angst.
The children laughed and pointed at me, their voices sharp and gleeful, slicing through the air like little daggers. Me being called the little whale, when all I ever wanted was to be the little mermaid—graceful, ethereal, slipping through life with a shimmering tail. But reality was much worse: short, chubby, and cursed with four eyes, thanks to the thick glasses perched on my nose.
I ran, my sneakers squeaking against the floor, the sounds of boys imitating the squeals of a pig chasing me like a pack of hounds. Their mocking grunts echoed in my ears.
"No ... Stop!"
It was when I fell that the feeling became unbearable, a suffocating weight that jolted me awake.
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I was having a nightmare, one of those recurring ones that clung to me like damp fog, seeping into my subconscious night after night. I sat up in bed, my chest heaving, only to realize I’d forgotten that Toby’s arm was draped over me, heavy and warm. He was strong and beautiful, and one of my friends, my best friend.
I gently lifted his arm, disentangling myself from his possessive grip, and stumbled toward the bathroom.
A cold shower was what I needed. I stood under the spray, letting it cascade over me, then grabbed my brush and worked it through my black hair with its bold red highlights, taming the wild strands into something sleek and defiant.
Good makeup followed: a sweep of eyeliner, a bold lip, a mask to hide the vulnerability still trembling beneath the surface.
I finished with a spritz of my favorite perfume, a scent that wrapped around me like armor, floral and fierce.
I slipped into my short V-neck dress, the fabric hugging my curves before flaring into a loose skirt that fell to my thick thighs, concealing my round ass — my full moon, as Toby called it with that lopsided grin of his.
I laughed alone in the quiet of my room, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly.
My breasts had been full since I was ten, a precocious development that set me apart from the other girls. It gave the impression I was much older, drawing the eyes of boys like moths to a flame and igniting jealousy in the skinny girls who whispered behind bony hands.
The time for bullying ended when I became a teenager, when my body — chubby, with a round ass, big breasts, and a full, expressive mouth — transformed from a target into a magnet. It attracted men of all species: werewolves, vampires, wizards, and humans who couldn’t resist the pull of something different.
Toby said I was delightful, a word he murmured against my skin with a reverence that made my heart ache. We had always been friends, tethered by years of shared secrets.
He was the son of a human and a werewolf, a hybrid who straddled two worlds with ease. He’d come to Salem every vacation to spend time with his mother, and we’d let the summers unfold — free and wild, knowing we had each other if no one else came along.
Over the years, we grew bolder, our connection deepening into something fierce and unshakable. He was very beautiful. They all are, those creatures of myth and moonlight.
I was a human, but I lived among other beings in this strange, vibrant world, coexisting with them in a harmony I’d fought to find.
I was raised by Madonna, the owner of a third-rate brothel on the edge of town. She was a woman with a smoker’s rasp and a heart big enough to accept everyone, even an orphan like me, left in the trash like yesterday’s garbage.
At age twelve, I ran away from the nuns at the orphanage in Salem, the capital of Oregon, their starched habits and stern faces suffocating me. I was tired of being dismissed by boys who thought me too much and ridiculed by girls who envied what they couldn’t understand.
But the truth was, I didn’t know where I was going. I just got lost in the city, wandering the streets at night with no sense of the danger lurking in the shadows.
That’s when she found me, Madonna, her sharp eyes glinting under the flicker of a streetlamp. She said she’d never seen more expressive eyes than mine and fell in love, but with the kind of fierce maternal instinct that claims a stray as its own.
She tried to take me to the house I didn’t have, offering me food when I was starving, toys when I’d never had playthings, and a home that eventually became my Women’s Club — a sanctuary I built from the ashes of her legacy.
I spent eight years under her wing, learning the ways of all kinds of people and supernatural beings.
Madonna was the mother life gave me, flawed and fierce, and I loved her with every fiber of my being. She left when I turned twenty, disappearing on my birthday like a ghost dissolving into mist. I cursed her for it, even though I didn’t know the exact date of my birth.
When I was found in that dumpster, a squalling bundle with a few days of life clinging to me, they slapped a birth certificate together: April 12th.
And I kept it, though it felt like a cruel jest.
Madonna — Bad Dona, as I sometimes called her with a smirk—had a wicked sense of humor about it all. She’d laugh, her voice rough as gravel, and tell me I was born to rise from the muck.
I walked out of my suite bathroom like a star, head high, shoulders back, the remnants of my nightmare sloughing off.
Toby was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me.
We hadn’t seen each other for about three years — he’d been off training with his pack in Nevada, honing his strength, his instincts, his everything. Then he appeared out of nowhere at my club the night before, striding through the door like he’d never left. And it was as if time hadn’t touched us, as if the years apart were just a blink.
He had more muscles now, his body all sharp lines and defined power, but that familiar lust still burned in his gaze — for his chubby girl, for me.
"Good morning, beautiful! "
"Good morning, wolf!"
"Where are you going?" Toby’s voice rumbled low, thick with a hunger that wasn’t just for food. He looked at me, his golden-brown eyes glinting with lust as he licked his lips, slow and deliberate. Those eyes were darkening, I still had an effect on him, even after all these years. "Are you going to leave me here alone?"
"Toby, you’re not Little Red Riding Hood, you’re the big bad wolf," I shot back, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe of my suite. "Tell me what you need. Why’d you show up like this, no warning, no call? Wasn’t there supposed to be that mating ceremony? Haven’t you met your partner yet? Haven’t you turned twenty-one yet?" The questions tumbled out, sharp and rapid, my curiosity battling with the unease gnawing at me.
"Little witch, you talk too much early on. Makes me dizzy."
"It's called a hangover, Toby. You drank like hell."
"Look who’s talking — you’re not exactly Mother Teresa yourself," he retorted, a grin tugging at his lips. "And no, I haven’t found my partner yet. Again. I’m starting to think she’s already dead—or maybe the Moon Goddess didn’t bother making one for me. Probably figures a hybrid doesn’t deserve it." His voice dipped, bitter and raw, and for a moment, the cocky werewolf I knew slipped away, leaving behind a glimpse of something vulnerable.
"Really, Toby?" I softened, stepping closer to him. "I’m sorry. I know you believe in true, fated love and you were desperate to find her. But you can wait a little longer, can’t you?"
"And make you wait too?" He tilted his head, those dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. "We took an oath when we were twenty-two, remember?"
I laughed, a short, sharp sound. "Toby Wilson, I know you. You didn’t just leave your pack, travel two days by bus, to ‘eat’ your best friend, and then slink back home. What’s going on? Spill it."
He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair, the muscles in his arm flexing under the motion. "Debts," he admitted finally. "I can’t get a better position than kitchen grunt. I’m a gamma—a hybrid gamma — which, in your human world, means I’m below an intern. Less than nothing. I’m drowning in it, Vick."
"Well, I’m not the love of your life," I said, grinning wickedly as an idea sparked, "but if it’s money you need, I’ve got you. Enter the show!"
He blinked, caught off guard. "My baby boys are gonna blow the bank with a sexy werewolf? Because seriously, Toby, you were horny last night."
"How was I?" he asked, leaning back on the bed, his voice dropping into a playful growl. "I’ve always been a girl’s dream."
"It was cute back then," I teased, "but now? You’re sexy as hell."
"I missed that full, dirty mouth of yours, Vick," he said, his grin widening, all teeth and mischief.
"Competing with humans is easy, cat," I replied, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "Wolves still show up here sometimes, but you? You put them to shame now."
"Now I eat, baby," he said, patting his flat stomach. "No shortage of food, despite working my tail off."
"Come on, then — dance at my club. You win, I win!"
"Seriously, Vicky? A third-rate nightclub?" he asked, skepticism creasing his brow.
"No!" I protested, puffing out my chest with pride. "I raised the level. Now our audience is women — mostly — and, of course, the gays. Everyone pays well, and you don’t have to do a full program, just dance. Unless you want to…"
"Absolutely not," he cut in, shaking his head so fast I thought it might spin off. "If my father finds out, I’m a dead werewolf."
"There’s four thousand bucks a night," I said, letting the number hang in the air like bait.
"No, seriously? Working all month — "
"Per night, Toby," I interrupted, nodding firmly. "For the main dancer. And some nights, you get more tips, private parties. Eight thousand, easy."
"In one night?" His jaw dropped.
"Vicky’s done good, huh?"
"What you’ve built here is wonderful, woman! Madonna would be proud of you, wouldn’t she? Her investment in that Advertising degree paid off. Witch, we could get married if you want!" he added, half-joking, though his gaze lingered on me, hot and appreciative. "You were always hot. The boys dated the skinny girls, but they dreamed of you—and that ass that looks like a damn ball…"
I burst out laughing, the sound bright and unfiltered. "Toby, I’ve got some hookups — "
"No boyfriend?" he cut in, eyebrows shooting up. "Seriously, baby, because you look amazing."
"After Alexander, that possessive vampire Madonna dated, I’m done, " I said, my voice hardening. "I don’t want to know about any man or anything claiming to own me. No boyfriend, no suffocating ‘mate.’ I’m free, and I like it that way."
"No, dear, I have to disagree," he said, his tone gentling. "It’s beautiful to see the love of true companions. Soulmates."
"I don’t believe in soulmates, Toby," I shot back, waving a hand dismissively. "What I do believe in is coffee. I’m hungry!"
"Do you eat like a bird in the morning?" he asked, smirking as he stood, stretching his long, muscled frame.
"More like an ostrich!"
"How modest," he quipped, following me toward the kitchen. "I was gonna say a pterodactyl!"
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離婚後、奥さんのマスクが外れた
彼は言った。「彼女が戻ってきた。離婚しよう。君が欲しいものは何でもあげる。」
結婚して2年後、彼女はもはや彼が自分を愛していない現実を無視できなくなり、過去の関係が感情的な苦痛を引き起こすと、現在の関係に影響を与えることが明らかになった。
山本希は口論を避け、このカップルを祝福することを選び、自分の条件を提示した。
「あなたの最も高価な限定版スポーツカーが欲しい。」
「いいよ。」
「郊外の別荘も。」
「わかった。」
「結婚してからの2年間に得た数十億ドルを分け合うこと。」
「?」
裏切られた後に億万長者に甘やかされて
エミリーと億万長者の夫との結婚は契約結婚だった。彼女は努力して夫の愛を勝ち取りたいと願っていた。しかし、夫が妊婦を連れて現れた時、彼女は絶望した。家を追い出された後、路頭に迷うエミリーを謎の億万長者が拾い上げた。彼は一体誰なのか?なぜエミリーのことを知っていたのか?そしてさらに重要なことに、エミリーは妊娠していた。
令嬢は離婚を機に大富豪への道を歩む
「瀬央千弥、離婚して」
周りの連中はこぞって彼女を嘲笑った。あの瀬央様がいなくなったら、御影星奈は惨めな人生を送るに決まっていると。
ところが実際は――
財閥の名家がこぞって彼女を賓客として招き入れ、トップ俳優や女優が熱狂的なファンに。さらに四人の、並々ならぬ経歴を持つ兄弟子たちまで現れて……。
実家の御影家は後悔し、養女を追い出してまで彼女を迎え入れようとする。
そして元夫も、悔恨の表情で彼女を見つめ、「許してくれ」と懇願してきた。
御影星奈は少し眉を上げ、冷笑いを浮かべて言った。
「今の私に、あなたたちが手が届くと思う?」
――もう、私とあなたたちは釣り合わないのよ!
君と重ねた季節
彼の心の中で、彼女は卑劣で恥知らずな、愛を奪った女でしかなかった。彼は自らの最も冷酷無情な一面を彼女にだけ向け、骨の髄まで憎む一方で、心に秘めた女性にはありったけの優しさを注いでいた。
それでもなお、彼女は十年間、ただ耐え忍びながら彼を愛し続けた。やがて彼女は疲れ果て、すべてを諦めようとした。だが、その時になって彼は焦りを覚える……。
彼女が彼の子をその身に宿しながら、命の危機に瀕した時、彼はようやく気づくのだ。自らの命に代えてでも守りたいと願う女性が、ずっと彼女であったことに。
離婚後つわり、社長の元夫が大変慌てた
彼女は心を殺して、署名した。
彼が初恋の相手と入籍した日、彼女は交通事故に遭い、お腹の双子の心臓は止まってしまった。
それから彼女は全ての連絡先を変え、彼の世界から完全に姿を消した。
後に噂で聞いた。彼は新婚の妻を置き去りにし、たった一人の女性を世界中で探し続けているという。
再会の日、彼は彼女を車に押し込み、跪いてこう言った。
「もう一度だけ、チャンスをください」
サヨナラ、私の完璧な家族
癌だと診断され、私が意識を失っている間に、あの人たちは私を置き去りにして、あの女とお祝いのパーティーを開いていた。
夫が、あんなに優しげな表情をするのを、私は見たことがなかった。双子が、あんなにお行儀よく振る舞うのも。――まるで、彼らこそが本物の家族で、私はただその幸せを眺める部外者のようだった。
その瞬間、私は、自分の野心を捨てて結婚と母性を選択したことを、心の底から後悔した。
だから、私は離婚届を置いて、自分の研究室に戻った。
数ヶ月後、私の画期的な研究成果が、ニュースの見出しを飾った。
夫と子供たちが、自分たちが何を失ったのかに気づいたのは、その時だった。
「俺が間違っていた――君なしでは生きていけないんだ。どうか、もう一度だけチャンスをくれないか!」夫は、そう言って私に懇願した。
「ママー、僕たちが馬鹿だったよ――ママこそが僕たちの本当の家族なんだ。お願い、許して!」双子は、そう言って泣き叫んだ。
離婚後、ママと子供が世界中で大活躍
本来の花嫁である義理の妹の身代わりとして。
2年間、彼の人生で最も暗い時期に寄り添い続けた。
しかし――
妹の帰還により、彼らの結婚生活は揺らぎ始める。
共に過ごした日々は、妹の存在の前では何の意味も持たないのか。
離婚当日、元夫の叔父に市役所に連れて行かれた
令嬢の私、婚約破棄からやり直します
婚約まで二年、そして結婚まで更に二年を費やした。
だが長谷川冬馬の心の中で、彼女は幼馴染の市川美咲には永遠に及ばない存在だった。
結婚式の当日、誘拐された彼女は犯される中、長谷川冬馬と市川美咲が愛を誓い合い結婚したという知らせを受け取った。
三日三晩の拷問の末、彼女の遺体は海水で腐敗していた。
そして婚約式の日に転生した彼女は、幼馴染の自傷行為に駆けつけた長谷川冬馬に一人で式に向かわされ——今度は違った。北野紗良は自分を貶めることはしない。衆人の前で婚約破棄を宣言し、爆弾発言を放った。「長谷川冬馬は性的不能です」と。
都は騒然となった。かつて彼女を見下していた長谷川冬馬は、彼女を壁に追い詰め、こう言い放った。
「北野紗良、駆け引きは止めろ」
捨てられた妻
自己発見の旅は、彼女をパリという活気溢れる街へと導いた。偶然の出会いを重ねるうちに、カリスマ的で自由奔放なアーティストと親しくなり、その人物は彼女が今まで知らなかった情熱と芸術と解放の世界へと導いてくれる存在となった。
物語は、臆病で見捨てられた妻から、自信に満ちた独立した女性への彼女の変貌を美しく描き出す。指導を受けながら、ロクサーヌは自身の芸術的才能を発見し、キャンバスを通じて感情や願望を表現することに心の安らぎを見出していく。
しかし、彼女の変貌の噂がロンドン社交界に届き、過去が彼女を追いかけてくる。ルシアンは自分の過ちの重大さに気付き、離れていった妻を取り戻すための旅に出る。物語は、捨て去った過去の生活と、今や大切なものとなった新しい自由の間で揺れ動く彼女の姿を予想外の展開で描いていく。
三年続いた結婚生活は離婚で幕を閉じる。街中の人々は、裕福な家の捨てられた妻と彼女を嘲笑った。六年後、彼女は双子を連れて帰国する。今度は人生を新たにし、世界的に有名な天才医師となっていた。数え切れないほどの男性たちが彼女に求婚するようになるが、ある日、娘が「パパが三日間ずっと膝をついて、ママと復縁したいってお願いしているの」と告げる。
真実の愛 ~すれ違う心と運命の糸~
億万長者の夫の心を、深い愛情で掴めると信じていた。
しかし衝撃的な事実が発覚する。
彼には愛人がいた―障害を持つもう一人の女性。
彼はその女性に最高の幸せと優しさを与え、
一方で彼女には冷酷な態度を取り続けた。
その理由は、かつて自分を救ってくれた恩人を
その女性だと思い込んでいたから。
実際には、彼女こそが真の恩人だったのに―。













