
紹介
Her father’s heartfelt apology and subsequent assassination by Aira Jewels, Marcelino’s mother, shatters Mariam’s heart. Vowing revenge, she sends her twins to a secret haven and trains herself to become the world’s top assassin. Marcelino, unaware of his mother’s actions, joins a powerful hunter association and masters martial arts, aiming to uncover his hidden family’s secrets.
As Mariam and Marcelino rise to power, they discover their true heritage—each belonging to one of the three Celestial Hidden Families that covertly control the world. Their paths cross as enemies, leading to intense confrontations. Marcelino, under orders from his mother, is tasked with eliminating Mariam, igniting a fierce battle between the two former lovers.
Caught in a web of ancient rivalries and hidden agendas, Mariam and Marcelino's twins emerge as the key to possible reconciliation. Will they unite to dismantle the remaining Celestial Hidden Families and bring peace, or will their vendetta lead to a tragic end?
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The rain pounded against the large windows of the hotel lobby, each droplet adding to the cacophony of the storm raging outside. Mariam Reyes, a driven and ambitious 25-year-old, brushed a few strands of wet hair from her forehead and approached the reception desk. Her flight had been delayed due to the storm, and she was grateful to finally be indoors, away from the fury of nature.
"Welcome to The Grand Astoria," the receptionist greeted her with a warm smile, though a hint of stress was evident in her eyes. The hotel was bustling with guests, many of whom were stranded due to the inclement weather. "How can I assist you?"
"Reservation for Mariam Reyes," she said, her voice firm but polite. Despite her fatigue, she maintained an air of professionalism.
The receptionist typed on her keyboard, her smile faltering slightly. "It appears we have a bit of an issue. Due to the storm, we’ve had an influx of guests, and there’s been a mix-up with the reservations. Unfortunately, we’re overbooked tonight."
Mariam’s heart sank. She had been looking forward to a hot shower and a comfortable bed. "Is there any room available at all?" she asked, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice.
"Let me check again." The receptionist's fingers flew over the keyboard. After a few moments, she looked up, relieved. "We do have one room left, but there seems to be another guest already checked into it due to the booking error. Perhaps you could share it for the night?"
Mariam hesitated. Sharing a room with a stranger was not her idea of a relaxing evening. However, the alternative—finding another hotel in the storm—was even less appealing. "Alright," she agreed reluctantly. "I’ll take it."
"Thank you for understanding," the receptionist said, handing her the key card. "Room 204. I’ll inform the other guest."
As Mariam made her way to the elevator, her suitcase rolling behind her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The elevator ride seemed longer than usual, each floor adding to her anxiety about this unknown person she was about to share a space with. She took a deep breath as the doors opened, and she stepped into the hallway, quickly locating room 204.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. It swung open to reveal a young man, probably around her age, with tousled dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked as surprised as she felt.
"Hi," she said, holding up the key card. "I’m Mariam. There was a mix-up with the reservations, and it looks like we’ll be sharing the room tonight."
The man’s initial surprise turned into a welcoming smile. "Marcelino Buno," he introduced himself, stepping aside to let her in. "Quite the storm, isn’t it?"
Mariam entered the room, glancing around. It was spacious and elegantly furnished, with two queen-sized beds, a small sitting area, and a large window offering a view of the rain-lashed city. She placed her suitcase beside one of the beds and sighed. "Yes, quite the storm."
They made small talk as Mariam settled in, both trying to ease the awkwardness of the situation. Marcelino was 23, a freelance designer, and had been in town for a client meeting. He seemed friendly and easy-going, a stark contrast to Mariam’s often intense and focused demeanor.
As the evening wore on, the storm showed no signs of abating. They ordered room service and shared a meal, the conversation flowing more naturally as they got to know each other. Marcelino had a quick wit and a knack for storytelling, and Mariam found herself laughing more than she had in weeks.
"So, what brings you to the Grand Astoria?" Marcelino asked, leaning back in his chair with a curious look.
Mariam smiled, feeling more relaxed. "I had a business trip that got extended because of the storm. I’m a CEO at an architecture firm."
Marcelino’s eyebrows raised in admiration. "Impressive. What’s it like running a company at 25?"
"It’s challenging but rewarding," Mariam replied, her eyes reflecting a mix of pride and exhaustion. "Every day is different, and I love seeing our projects come to life."
Marcelino nodded, clearly interested. "I can imagine. I’m a freelance designer, so I understand the satisfaction of seeing your work materialize. Though, I’m sure our scales of operation are quite different."
They continued talking, sharing stories of their careers and lives. Mariam was surprised by how easy it was to open up to Marcelino. There was a sincerity in his eyes, a warmth that made her feel at ease.
As the night progressed, their conversation grew more personal. They shared stories of their pasts, their dreams, and their fears. Mariam talked about her new role as CEO of an architecture firm, the challenges she faced, and her ambitions for the future. Marcelino spoke of his journey as a freelance designer, the highs and lows of pursuing his passion, and his desire to make a name for himself.
There was a moment of silence, the only sound was the steady drumming of rain against the window. Mariam looked at Marcelino, her heart pounding. The vulnerability they had shared, the storm outside, the intimacy of the dimly lit room—it all created a sense of connection she couldn’t ignore.
Before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and kissed him. Marcelino responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her. The kiss was intense, charged with the emotions they had both been holding back. It felt like the culmination of a night filled with unexpected but welcome surprises.
They pulled apart, breathing heavily. "I’m sorry," Mariam began, but Marcelino shook his head, his eyes dark with emotion.
"Don’t be," he said, his voice husky. "I’ve been wanting to do that since you walked in."
They kissed again, the storm outside matching the intensity of their emotions. They moved to one of the beds, their shared vulnerability and desire pulling them together in a way that felt both natural and inevitable. Their bodies intertwined, and the passion between them ignited into a night of intense intimacy. Every touch, every kiss, felt electric, as if the storm outside was a mere reflection of the tempest within them. They explored each other with a fervor, driven by an unspoken connection that seemed to bridge their very souls.
The night passed in a blur of passion and intimacy. Mariam felt a connection with Marcelino that she had never experienced before. It was as if the storm had washed away all pretense, leaving them both exposed and real.
As dawn approached, they lay in each other’s arms, exhausted but content. Mariam fell asleep with her head on Marcelino’s chest, lulled by the steady beat of his heart and the fading sounds of the storm.
When she woke, the room was bathed in the soft light of morning. Marcelino was gone, his side of the bed empty. For a moment, she wondered if it had all been a dream. But the lingering warmth of his touch and the faint scent of his cologne told her it had been real.
Mariam sat up, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She felt a deep sense of loss at his absence, but also a strange sense of hope. The connection they had shared was undeniable, and she couldn’t let it go.
Determined, she got dressed and checked out of the hotel. As she made her way to her office, her mind was already racing with plans. She was the CEO of an architecture firm, with resources and connections at her disposal. Finding Marcelino might be a challenge, but she was not one to back down from a challenge.
Mariam’s determination grew with each passing hour. She reached out to her contacts, hired a private investigator, and used every tool at her disposal to track him down. She needed to see him again, to understand what had happened between them, and to explore the connection that had ignited so unexpectedly.
Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of Marcelino. Mariam’s resolve never wavered, even as she faced the demands of her new role. The memory of that stormy night and the connection they had shared fueled her determination.
Finally, one evening, as she was leaving her office, her phone rang. It was the private investigator. "I’ve found him," he said, and Mariam’s heart skipped a beat.
She listened intently as he gave her the details. Marcelino Buno had started his own freelance design business and was gaining recognition for his talent. He was in the city, not too far from where she was.
Mariam thanked the investigator and ended the call. She stood there for a moment, absorbing the news. Marcelino was within reach, and now it was up to her to take the next step.
With renewed determination, she made her way to the address the investigator had given her. As she approached the building, her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She entered the lobby and took the elevator to the floor where Marcelino’s office was located.
Standing outside his door, she took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened, and there he was—Marcelino Buno, the man who had shared a stormy night and left an indelible mark on her heart.
He looked just as surprised to see her as she had felt that first night. "Mariam?" he said, his voice filled with astonishment.
"Hello, Marcelino," she replied, a smile spreading across her face. "We need to talk."
As they stepped into his office, Mariam felt a sense of anticipation. The storm had brought them together once, and now, she was determined to see where this unexpected connection would lead.
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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。
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。
溺愛は時に残酷で 〜大企業社長と口の利けない花嫁〜
憎しみから情熱的な愛へ
毎日が地獄のようです。夫は私に対して心理的な暴力を振るい、まるで玩具のように扱います。優しい言葉など一度も聞いたことがありません。
最初から全て計画されていたのでしょう。私との結婚も、ただの復讐劇の一幕に過ぎなかったのです。私の心も体も、彼の復讐の道具でしかありませんでした。
夜になると、その冷たい視線に怯えます。彼の足音が近づくたびに、体が震えてしまいます。逃げ出したい。でも、どこにも行き場所がないのです。
こんな結婚生活、誰にも想像できないでしょう。表向きは、私たちは理想の夫婦のように見えるかもしれません。でも実際は...私の魂は日に日に摩耗していくばかり。
これが私の現実。悪魔との結婚生活。終わりが見えない暗闇の中で、私はただ耐え続けるしかないのです。
ブサイクな男と結婚?ありえない
しかし、結婚後、その男は決して醜くなどなく、それどころか、ハンサムで魅力的で、しかも億万長者だったことが分かったのです!
億万長者アルファ契約恋人
私たちの関係は契約に過ぎなかった。彼の本当の愛する人が戻ってきたとき、もう私は必要とされなくなった。契約を破棄され、消えろと言われた。
五年という月日で、彼の凍てついた心も私に向けて溶けるのではないかと思っていた。なんて愚かだったのだろう。
荷物をまとめて、去ることにした。彼には告げずに......私には残り三ヶ月の命しかないということも。
午後七時、グリフォン騎士団長のプライベートジェットが空港に着陸した。沈みゆく太陽が鮮やかなオレンジと赤を月の明るい光に譲ろうとしている頃だった。
到着してわずか三十分後、彼は私をダウンタウンのペントハウスに呼び寄せるよう命じた。
億万長者のシンデレラ
そうよね、これはただのビジネスだもの……
でも、彼の触れる手は温かくて……誘惑的で……
「処女なのか?」突然、彼は私を見つめた……
*****
エマ・ウェルズ。卒業を控えた女子大生。継母のジェーンと義姉のアンナから虐待を受け続けてきた彼女の人生で、唯一の希望は王子様のような恋人マシュー・デイビッド。世界一幸せな女性にすると約束してくれた人。
しかし、彼女の世界は完全に崩れ去った。継母が老人から結納金として5万ドルを受け取り、彼女を嫁がせることに同意したのだ。さらに追い打ちをかけるように、愛する恋人が親友のビビアン・ストーンと浮気をしていたことを知る。
土砂降りの雨の中、通りを歩きながら、彼女は絶望の淵に立たされていた……
拳を握りしめ、決意した。売られる運命なら、自分で売り手になってやる。
豪華な車の前に飛び出し、立ち止まる。自分の処女は一体いくらの価値があるのだろう……
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支配する億万長者に恋をして
田舎のブルックス家に引き取られたリース・ブルックスは、姉の代わりにマルコム・フリンとの婚約を突然押し付けられることになった。
フリン家からは育ちの良くない田舎者として蔑まれ、読み書きもできない粗野な殺人鬼だという悪意に満ちた噂まで立てられてしまう。
しかし、リースは誰もの予想に反して、卓越した才能の持ち主だった。一流のファッションデザイナー、凄腕のハッカー、金融界の巨人、そして医学の天才として頭角を現していく。
彼女の専門知識は業界の黄金基準となり、投資の大物たちも医学界の権威たちも、その才能を欲しがった。アトランタの経済界を操る存在としても注目を集めることになる。
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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」
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。
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―。
マフィアのためのメイド
「違うわ。あなたは他のボスと寝るなとは言ったけど、話すなとは言ってないわ」
アレックスは冷ややかに笑い、唇を歪めて嘲笑した。「あいつだけじゃないんだろう?他にもいるのを知らないとでも?」
「まさか…」
アレックスが私に迫り、その逞しい胸板で壁に押し付けながら、頭の両側に腕を突いて私を閉じ込めた。その瞬間、熱が下腹部に集中するのを感じた。彼は身を乗り出して言った。「これが最後の反抗だ」
「ごめんなさい…」
「違う!」彼は鋭く言い放った。「まだ後悔なんてしていない。ルールを破ったんだ。だから新しいルールを作る」
「え?どういう…」私は震える声で言った。
彼は薄笑いを浮かべながら、私の髪を優しく撫でた。「自分が特別だとでも思ってるのか?」彼は嘲るように言った。「あの男たちが友達だとでも?」突然、アレックスの手が私の髪を掴み、容赦なく後ろに引っ張った。「奴らの本性を見せてやる」
視界が霞む中、私は抑えきれない震えを感じながら彼に抵抗しようとした。
「二度と忘れられない教訓を与えてやる」
ロマニー・デュボワは、スキャンダルによって人生を台無しにされ、恋人にも捨てられたところだった。ある悪名高い犯罪者から断れない申し出を受け、彼女は一年契約で彼に縛られることになる。些細な過ちの後、彼女は今まで出会った中で最も危険で執着的な四人の男たちの欲望を満たすことを強いられる。一夜の懲罰は性的な力関係の駆け引きとなり、彼女は究極の執着の対象となっていく。彼女は彼らを支配することを学べるのか?それとも永遠に支配され続けるのか?