BILLION WORTH WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Sophie. Today was the third anniversary of my marriage to Alex, and I had prepared a special surprise for him—a handmade airplane model, which his father had promised to get him one. But he didn’t make it and passed away. I was so eager to make up for this lack in his heart, but then a sudden sadness washed over me, wishing I could give him what he really needed now—a child. After parking my car, I entered our house. The flutters in my stomach turned to a churning sensation when I saw Cathy, my mother-in-law, and Mia—the woman she wished Alex had married—sitting on the sofa. Mia, was the daughter of Cathy’s close friend Lola and she is also a well-known model from a wealthy family. Cathy treated her like a priceless jewel. After many failed attempts to set up Alex and Mia, and following Alex’s confession of love for me, Cathy finally gave up, or maybe never. Several months ago, Cathy invited Mia over when she learned Mia had a photoshoot in town. Mia ended up moving into the house

Sophie pov. I had been staying at Luca’s house for about a week. Initially, I was too troubled to notice the beauty of the house's interiors, spending most of my time locked in my room, where a private chef would bring up my meals. Feeling better, I ventured into the living room and finally appreciated its elegance—white sofas adorned with soft cushions in varying shades of gray, and gray curtains draping from ceiling to floor, framing a stunning view of the garden outside. Staircase-like chandeliers hang from the high ceilings. A sleek, black, dull marble panel serves as the base for the TV, creating a striking contrast with the light-toned walls and adding a modern touch—a perfect blend of color and texture. I sighed and collapsed onto the sofa—he really was a genius. Luca occasionally came to see me after work, and we talked about some design topics. I was astonished at how many innovative ideas he had—after all, Luca was a pioneering designer—and I couldn’t help but be attracte

Sophie. After signing the divorce agreement, a sense of relief washed over me, but I could not deny the existence of a hole in my heart. I sat in the wooden rocking chair in the east corner of the room. A soft smile formed across my face as I gently rubbed my stomach. I still couldn’t believe a little life was growing inside me. My mind wandered—would it be a girl or a boy? What name should I choose? I chuckled, realizing I had a lot of time to think about that. I had a sudden sinking feeling as a thought slipped into my mind, and I mumbled. “Would the baby have Alex’s eyes?” I brushed the thought aside. I needed to focus on myself and my baby. I would need a place to live; I couldn’t depend on Luca forever. I had to work. I needed to be strong, if not for myself, then for my baby. Sitting here wasn’t going to solve my problems. I decided to bid Luca fair well. I knocked at his door, and he opened it, sleep still evident on his face. “Sorry, if I woke you.” I apologized. “Oh n

Sophie..I couldn't contain my excitement as I hurried down—not even the dull pain in my ankle could make me move any slower as I headed down the hall towards Luca's room.The soft scuffling of my slippers against the tile and the rapid beat of my heart was anything but silent. I clutched the portfolio to my chest, its edges pressing into my fingers, a tangible reminder of the incredible opportunity that had just landed on my lap. I could still hear the client’s voice in my head, praising my work and expressing his eagerness to see what I could do with his project when he had contacted me minutes ago.Luca's door was slightly ajar, and I knocked quickly before pushing it open. He was seated at his desk, clad in a plain white shirt and casual black trousers, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked up from his laptop."Luca!" I burst out and leaned in, my voice dancing with excitement. "You won't believe what happened!"He leaned back in his chair; a smile played on his lips, c

Sophie . . I stepped into the office; the click of my heels against the marble floor echoed in the empty room. I settled into one of the seats and waited for the contractor. A pang of anxiety gripped me—it had been a long time since I had done something like this. I had spent almost all night preparing questions I would ask and anticipating answers to questions they might pose. Mr. Beckham,entered and greeted me. "Good morning, Sophia," he said as he settled into another seat. "Good morning, Mr. Beckham," I replied, rising briefly before settling back into my chair. Mr. Beckham took a few moments to praise my work as though he were seeing it for the first time. "This is a significant project for our group. We've been searching for a designer with a creative vision, and we believe you're the one. We plan to allocate $500,000 for the interior design phase," he said, his tone turning serious. "However, the project needs to be completed within four months to align with our overal