Accidentally Married to CEO

A soft creak.

At first, I don’t think much of it. The hallway outside the hotel suite is quiet, the plush carpet swallowing the sound of my footsteps. I adjust the small gift bag in my hand, my heart light, and excited.

Daniel’s promotion had finally come through. The contract I fought tooth and nail for—his golden ticket to the executive level—was finally signed. We did it. We were supposed to celebrate tonight.

I lift my hand to knock—then I hear it.

A muffled gasp, soft but unmistakable.

My breath catches. I tilt my head slightly, straining to hear.

Another sound follows—a low, shuddering moan.

My fingers tighten around the handle of the bag. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he left the TV on. Maybe—

“Oh, Danny…” A woman’s voice sighs his name, filled with pleasure.

The world tilts.

No.

I step back, the blood in my veins turning to ice.

It’s not just any voice. I know that voice.

Serena.

No, no, no—

The soft creak turns into a steady, rhythmic sound. A low chuckle rumbles through the door, his chuckle.

Daniel.

My Daniel.

My breath comes faster, shallower. My nails dig into my palm as I force myself to stay still, to listen—even though every inch of me wants to run.

“You feel so good,” Serena whispers, her words breaking into a breathy sigh.

Daniel groans, a sound I know too well. “God, you know exactly how to take care of me.”

My stomach twists into a brutal knot. Take care of him?

Like I haven’t spent the past three years fighting for him?

Like I haven’t poured my soul into building his success, making sure he got what he wanted?

Like I wasn’t the one who handed him this promotion on a silver platter?

Serena hums in pleasure. “So… does this mean you’re finally dumping her?”

I stop breathing.

Daniel sighs, his voice husky. Content. “Soon.”

Soon?

My hands shake. The bag slips slightly, the bottle of wine inside shifting with a dull clink.

“She still thinks you’re taking her with you?” Serena scoffs, completely unbothered.

“She’s stupid enough to believe it,” Daniel murmurs against her skin, against her. “You should’ve seen her when I told her we’d build our future together. She looked at me like I hung the damn moon.”

My eyes sting.

Serena laughs. Laughs. “Poor, pathetic Evelyn. You’ve been leading her on for years. I almost feel bad for her.”

A cruel chuckle. Daniel’s voice turns lazy, amused. “Don’t. She was useful. I couldn’t get the contract without her hard work. But now? I don’t need her anymore.”

Useful.

That’s all I was to him.

Not a partner.

Just useful.

A hollow, ringing silence fills my ears.

A hollow, ringing silence fills my ears.

I could storm inside.

I imagine so many things.

I imagine bursting through the door, my vision red with rage. Serena would barely have time to gasp before I’d grab her by the hair and drag her off him, ignoring her shrieks as I throw her to the floor.

Daniel would scramble to cover himself, his face morphing from shock to anger. “Evelyn—what the hell?!”

“What the hell?” I’d laugh, wild and bitter, shoving the contract in his face. “This. This is what the hell. The deal I got for you. The promotion I fought for. The future I built for us—while you were here, screwing her.”

Serena would smirk, lounging on the bed like a queen in stolen sheets. “Oh, sweetheart, he was never yours to begin with.”

That’s when I’d lose it. I’d launch at her, nails bared, slapping that smugness off her face. I’d watch her stumble back, clutching her cheek as Daniel grabs my wrist, his grip tight, furious.

“Enough,” he’d hiss. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Embarrassing myself?

I’d laugh. A cold, empty laugh.

Then I’d rip the contract in half, right in front of them, letting the pieces flutter to the floor. Letting everything I built for him turn to nothing.

And then I’d turn around and leave—walking away as Daniel finally realizes what he’s lost.

I imagine so many things.

But in the end… I do nothing.

Because what’s the point?

The wine bottle slips from my fingers. It thuds softly onto the carpet, rolling onto its side. I barely hear it.

And then, with the last shreds of my dignity, I turn around and walk away.

Each step is agony.

Each breath is a battle.

I walked out of the hotel, my legs moving on their own. Numb. Empty. Like a ghost drifting through a world that didn’t care if I existed.

The night air hit me like a slap, cold and unforgiving. The city lights blurred as my eyes burned, but I refused to cry. Not here. Not now.

This was a nightmare, right? I just needed to wake up.

Wake up, Evelyn. Wake up.

Danny wasn’t that kind of man. He was the boy who used to steal ice cream for me when we were kids. The man who held me when my mother died, who whispered promises of forever into my hair when I cried myself to sleep. He wasn’t the type to betray me like this. Right?

But the sounds were still in my head. The breathy gasps. The moans. The sound of my entire world breaking.

I clenched my fists.

I should have burst into that room. Should have ripped the sheets off them, grabbed Serena by her perfect blonde hair, and dragged her across the damn floor. I should have thrown Danny’s clothes out the window, called the staff, made a scene.

I should have screamed at him. Demanded an explanation. Begged him to tell me it wasn’t real.

But I did none of those things.

Instead, I walked away.

Like a fool. Like a coward. Like a woman who had just lost everything.

And then—because the universe wasn’t done mocking me—the rain started. I lazily stand still, looking up at the star, with a sad smile. Seriously you too. 

However;

From about a hundred meters away, I heard a deep, angry voice cutting through the downpour like a blade. Sharp. Commanding. Pissed as hell.

Shit. So I wasn’t the only one having a shitty night.

"You are getting on my fucking nerves, Fedrick!" the voice boomed, rough and husky, laced with the kind of authority that made people scramble. "I have been standing here for an hour! Do you have any idea how much my time is worth?"

There was a pause.

I don’t know why, but something about it was entertaining. Maybe it was the fact that someone else, apart from me, was also getting fucked over by life. Another miserable night in Nairobi. I even let out a quiet chuckle.

But then—like a gunshot in the dead of night, his next words sliced through the rain, clearer than any thunderclap.

"Get me a fucking bride in the next five minutes, or you’re fucking fired! I don’t care who the hell they are—just fucking get me a bride!"

He hung up, shoving his phone into his pocket like it had personally offended him.

Shit.

I mean, fucking shit.

They say everyone has a demon inside them—just waiting for the right moment to break free.

Mine clawed its way out at that very second and did the dumbest fucking thing calm, rational me would never have done.

My legs moved before my brain could stop them.

By the time I realized what I was doing, I was standing right in front of him.

The rain dripped down his sharp, irritated features as he turned to look at me, his gaze dark and cutting, like I had just wasted the last ounce of his patience.

"What do you want?" he demanded, his voice low, sharp.

I swallowed. Then, with a calm I didn’t know I was capable of, I said the most batshit insane thing imaginable.

"I’ll do it."

His eyes narrowed. "Do what?"

"Marry you."

A heavy silence.

He just stared.

Then, he scoffed. "I’m not in the mood for games, lady. Go home." He turned on his heel, ready to walk away.

I stepped in front of him. "Listen. I've had a shitty night. And clearly, so have you. Maybe if we combine our two shitty nights, we’ll cancel each other out. I don’t know what the hell is happening in your life, but right now? Marrying you is the one thing that doesn’t sound shitty."

He didn’t say a word. Just watched me.

Encouraged—or maybe just recklessly self-destructive—I tilted my head. "And from what I heard? You’re desperate. So instead of waiting five minutes just to get an excuse from whoever the hell that was—marrying me is your best option."

His expression shifted.

Something dark and unreadable flickered in his eyes.

Then, he nodded.

He glanced at his phone, exhaled, then turned to me.

"I hope you won’t regret doing this."

His voice had dropped—low, slow, and so fucking sinful it sent a shiver straight down my spine.

I just let out a breathless laugh. "Me? Regret it? You should be asking yourself that."

He took a step closer, his presence all-consuming.

A smirk ghosted his lips. "I guess you will have to do."