LOGINGrace Ellinton went to her cousin's wedding for three things... champagne, cake, and the possibility of leaving before anyone dragged her into a family argument. Instead, she woke up the next morning with a diamond ring on her finger, a pounding headache, and Ethan Bramhall lying beside her. Her husband. Unfortunately, Ethan isn't just any husband. He's Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire. The man who once humiliated Grace during a career pitch and earned himself a permanent spot on her mental list of people she would happily push into traffic. Now he's refusing to annul their marriage. According to Ethan, their accidental wedding couldn't have happened at a better time. His company is facing a dangerous corporate battle, his reputation needs repairing, and having a wife might be exactly what he needs. Grace thinks he's insane. Then someone tries to kidnap her. Suddenly, Ethan's ridiculous security detail makes sense. As Grace is dragged into billionaire feuds, paparazzi scandals, suspicious leaks, social-media disasters, luxury shopping sprees, and increasingly dangerous attacks, she discovers that her husband is hiding far more than his wealth. And Ethan discovers something even more inconvenient... He actually likes his chaotic wife. A lot. Grace wants her freedom. Ethan wants to keep her alive. Somewhere between the champagne, kidnappers, paparazzi, designer shoes, corporate warfare, and arguments that keep ending with them standing far too close... They fall in love. Unfortunately, someone wants to make sure neither of them survives long enough to enjoy it.
View MoreI didn't sleep much that night.Not because of the footage.Not because of the lawsuits.Not even because Ethan had apparently decided to dismantle half of Manhattan's media industry because somebody had made me cry.It was the last thing he had said.Or rather, the thing he hadn't said.He had stood there with my hand in his, looking at me like I was something fragile he had no idea how to hold without breaking.And I had realized something I wasn't ready to admit.Ethan cared about me.Not the marriage.Not the headlines.Not the Bramhall image.Me.Which should have made me feel safe.Instead, it made me want to scream.By eight the next morning, I was already pacing the breakfast room.Laura sat at the far end of the table with her tablet.Ruelle was eating toast.Neither of them looked particularly interested in my pacing."I need to talk to Ethan."Laura didn't look up."He is in the east office.""I know.""Then why are you telling me?""Because I'm nervous."She finally looked
The most dangerous thing about trust was that once you started feeling it, you couldn't always tell where it ended and fear began.I had spent weeks telling myself Ethan Bramhall was dangerous.That part wasn't difficult.The man could walk into a room full of billionaires and make them look like interns who had forgotten their passwords. He could stare at someone without saying a word and somehow make them reconsider their entire financial strategy. He had enemies in places I didn't even know existed, security teams that could probably identify a suspicious eyebrow from three buildings away, and enough money to buy the building I was standing in and probably the street it was sitting on.I knew he was powerful.I just hadn't understood what powerful actually meant.Not until that morning.Ruelle was still sitting beside me on the sofa, one leg tucked beneath her while she attacked a container of Chinese noodles with a plastic fork like she had personally declared war on carbohydrates
I woke up famous.Not the good kind.Not the kind where people admired your work, quoted your words, or sent you flowers because something you created had touched them.I woke up famous in the way people became famous after crimes, scandals, divorces, public breakdowns and accidental wardrobe malfunctions.My phone had 1,847 notifications.I stared at the number.Then blinked.Then checked again.1,847."That's excessive."My phone buzzed.1,848.I stared at it."You're making my point."Another buzz.1,849.I turned it face down.For approximately three seconds.Then picked it back up.That was my first mistake.The second was opening social media.My name was trending.Not once.Three separate versions of my name were trending.GRACE BRAMHALLGRACE ELLINTONBRAMHALL WIFEI stared at the screen.There were millions of posts.Some were comments.Some were reaction videos.Some were photographs.Some were clips from the gala.Some were screenshots from articles about my old career.Som
The first thing I saw was my own face.The second thing I saw was the headline underneath it.BRAMHALL'S WIFE CAUGHT IN PRIVATE MELTDOWN AS MERGER CRISIS DEEPENSI stared at the screen.I didn't understand what I was looking at.Not immediately.There was a video playing beneath the headline.Me.Standing outside Bramhall Tower.Me getting into a car.Me arguing with someone.Me leaving a restaurant.Me laughing.Me looking angry.Me drinking champagne.Me walking beside Ethan.Me touching his arm.Me looking up at him.The clips moved quickly.Too quickly.Each one cut before the context could explain it.A laugh became recklessness.A disagreement became a tantrum.A glass of champagne became proof I was constantly drunk.A moment where Ethan had caught my hand became evidence that I was clinging to him.Then the headline changed.THE ACCIDENTAL WIFE: WHO IS GRACE BRAMHALL?My stomach dropped."No."I clicked another link.Same footage.Different headline.Another article.Another v






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