Mag-log inTitle: His accidental Mrs Genre:Drama, romance, family saga Trope: Contract marriage Theme: Love,Deception, jealousy, Hatred Setting:Miami, modern day city,21st century Blurb:When a once-powerful tycoon falls from grace, he signs a desperate contract to save his crumbling empire: marry off one of his twin daughters to a billionaire heir in exchange for a lifeline. But the daughter chosen is not the romantic typeâand her tragic past may doom the deal. To save their father and the company, her twin secretly takes her place. What begins as a clever deception turns into a dangerous game of emotions, identity, and betrayal. When love blooms and a child is born, the truth threatens to shatter everything. How far will two sisters go to protect a lie? And what happens when love falls for the wrong twin?
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Every friend I had right here at the pack, had gone to watch the firecrackers that were being lit.
They were all celebrating, and joyful that the moon goddess had poured out blessings on the pack as everything was flourishing quite well. But it was not the same with me.
I was left behind, sitting just by the coal side. Not because I did not want to join the rest of them, but I could not.
The segregation against me in the pack was so much, that I wonder how Aniella was able to keep me as a friend.
It was not just any night, but the eve of my birthday, and that was the part that hurt me the most. Certainly, there will not be any special celebrations from my birthday, as it was always me wishing myself that I will be stronger the next year, and better.
Every time I wished it was possible, but I stopped when I realized I did not feel any better. More problems as the year went, more of me not being able to control my life, more of being treated like a filthy rag.
I was going to turn eighteen the next day, and unlike Aniella and the rest of the wolves that had turned earlier, my wolf had still not been awoken.
From there, my eyes overlooked the lights that shone from a distance, and I was certain that indeed they were all merry and having the best moments of their lives, while I was left to sulk alone.
I tried to not feel bad, but it was hard, I was already frustrated, and there was no way I could pretend that everything was okay when I was not.
Shutting my eyes, Claire's exact words began to replay in my head.
"It's weird that you even dressed up for this event, do you have no shame?" Her voice resounded clearly, every single one of it piercing my heart.
"I mean, how did you even consider being in such a gathering. Do you have no idea that the elites of this pack will be gathered there? You are just a piece of trash Lisa, and the earlier you realize that, the better. Goodness! Your guts."
She spat on me when she finished mocking my existence out of me, and left with her hips swaying from side to side.
I was certain that she was trying to remind me that I was not only a slave at the pack, but my body build was none the least attractive.
Even my skin did not feel like theirs. As much as Aniella tried to make me feel among, some things could not be hidden.
Their skin had this glow that could make the firmest of heads turn over, meanwhile, I could walk past a gathering of men and I would not be noticed. Except I am being spotted out by the likes of Claire, who wanted to put it in my face at every single opportunity that I was nothing.
My hands ran to my ears, as her voice kept on replaying in my head, all of it.
The only mistake I had made at that moment, was trying to fit in and join the celebration. I was part of the pack, so I saw no wrong trying to celebrate that the pack was flourishing.
"What did I ever do?" I screamed out, with my feet dropping to the ground.
"Moon goddess, what is all of this? What is this plan you have in store because nothing seems okay. I am..." I faltered, as my lips quivered, with my voice breaking into tears.
My left palm ran to my lips to stop myself from crying out loud. No one was there, but I had come to know that no one really cared about my tears.
I sobbed into my palms with my heart bleeding. Pouring out every single emotion with the tears that rolled out, as the words were hooked to my throat.
Who do I even want to cry to, or what exactly did I want to cry about? That I was made to go through the treatment of a slave?
It would have been quite fair, if I was not a slave but I was one and even though I still say it to myself every time, it was hard to accept that my life was programmed to go that way.
As the tears went on, I began to feel a surge of heat rise within me.
I was aching this time, not just emotionally but physically too.
"Ouch," I shrieked out, with my hands rushing to my chest, while my right hand supported my weight that was already dropping to the floor.
The room was dark too, and the only light that was visible was the one that shone from the lit coals.
My right hand moved around me, trying to search for a phone, anything to use inform Aniella that I was not okay since she is the only one that cared. But I could not find any.
The pain increased, with my face still scrunched up. It even got to my abdomen, it felt like the pain was spreading through my body.
I just could not control myself anymore, and it felt like a different being had taken over my body.
I was feeling this excitement within, but still the process was painful.
What a good way to spend the eve of my eighteenth birthday, I thought again, while another hot streak of tears landed on my cheeks.
Nothing was fair to me.
Unable to calm myself down, I raised myself up and began to scamper out of the room.
I was weak, but I just had to get to Aniella first.
The woods was dark, and the only thing that gave me hope was the light that came from afar.
My legs were going faster than my brain could carry me, and the pain that began to turn to some kind of excitement, only made me feel restless.
Tears welled in my eyes, which caused my vision to be blurry. And before I knew it, I had bumped into someone.
My nose did not forget to note the sweet scent of earth, and Lavender that emanated from the body as my weak legs dropped me to the floor.
"Sorry," I managed to utter, as my body falling caused rustling in the leaves.
"Now, who have I bumped into?" I wondered as I heard a dissatisfied and harsh scold.
âWhat the hell?â
The first morning we woke up without court papers stacked on the nightstand, the sky looked softer somehow â pale, peach-tinted, like it knew how tired we were and decided to hold its sun a little longer behind the clouds.Adrian was still asleep beside me, one arm draped over my waist, his breath warm against my shoulder. For a moment, I just lay there listening to the quiet. No calls. No door slamming open with another emergency. No threat slithering through the window in the shape of a forged document or a poisoned rumor.Just us. Still here. Still whole.I traced my fingertip along his jaw, down the small scar near his temple â the one he got when he fell off his bike at twelve and refused stitches. Iâd heard that story so many times it felt like one of my own memories.His lashes fluttered. He caught my hand before I could pull away and pressed it to his lips. Eyes still closed, he mumbled, âYouâre watching me sleep again.ââYou snore when you lie on your side.ââI do not.ââYo
Eliana's pov The gavel sounded like thunder in the packed Miami courthouse.It echoed off marble floors, off breath held too tight for too long. I didnât move. Didnât breathe. Didnât look at Eliora, sitting stiff in her chair with that same defiant tilt of her chin â but her eyes⌠her eyes were rimmed with red now. The smirk was gone. The threats were gone. All that remained was the last flicker of a flame running out of fuel.Consuelo stood tall by my side. Adrianâs hand pressed against mine under the table, warm and steady. Vanessa, at the back, gave me the smallest nod â the same nod that had gotten me through all of this. Tara sat with Lucian curled into her arms, his small head tucked under her chin like a promise that the worst was finally behind us.âBefore I issue my final ruling,â the judge said, âI will hear the last testimony.âThe doors at the back of the court creaked open. I turned â and there she was.Nanny Rose.Gray hair tied back in a neat bun. Thin, birdlike should
Tara's pov I hadnât planned to come back.Thatâs the truth I canât say out loud when Eliana hugs me at the door, when Micah wraps his arms around my leg like heâs always known Iâm part of this house. I didnât plan to stand here again, on marble floors that feel too cold, in air that smells like lavender and old secrets.I planned to run.But every road I took away from Lucian bent back toward him. No matter how far I drove, I saw him in the rearview mirror â small face pressed against the glass, eyes too wise for a child born in a lie.When Vanessa called, I almost didnât answer.But the thing about shadows is â they grow when you turn your back. And I couldnât let mine swallow my son.He doesnât know what I am to him. Not really.He knows Iâm Tara. He knows I hold him differently from the others. That sometimes my hands shake when they smooth down his hair, that sometimes I look at him like heâs the only thing left between me and the dark.He doesnât know I carried him under my ribs
Vanessa's povSometimes I wonder when exactly I became part of their family. It wasnât when Adrian hired me â that was just business. It wasnât when Eliana first sat across from me with her eyes rimmed red, voice trembling about a switch no one could ever know. That was the beginning of trust, but not family.No. It was the first time I realized Iâd kill for them â quietly, cleanly, with no apology. Thatâs when it shifted. Thatâs when this turned from a job into something Iâd burn every bridge for. ****************I was standing in the hallway outside my condoâs tiny kitchen when my phone buzzed â an encrypted signal, one Iâd taught Eliana to use when she couldnât speak freely. It lit up my screen: ALMOND.My throat tightened. I hated that code word â it meant urgent, now, no time for small talk.I didnât bother with shoes. I grabbed my bag, my gun from the lockbox by the fridge, and my laptop. The sun was bleeding gold through the blinds but it felt like night in my ch
I always knew this day would come , the day when the secrets I buried with my bones would crawl out, hungry to ruin us all if I didnât speak first.I was never supposed to stand here , in a courtroom packed with strangers and reporters , my old legs shaking under the weight of so much truth.I didn
The air in the penthouse felt different that night. Too still. Too quiet. The calm after a storm that promised another storm, lurking like a second heartbeat under the floorboards.Adrian stood by the window, sleeves rolled, tie discarded, his reflection framed by the cityâs neon veins. He looked
I stood by the window, the city blinking awake under a thin dawn haze, and tried to pretend my hands werenât shaking.Adrianâs phone was on the table between us, speaker still lit up, Vanessaâs voice echoing off the glass.âHe wants it public,â she repeated. âHe wants to humiliate you. Break your l
The morning light spilled across the penthouse like an unwanted truth. Too bright, too calm. The kind of morning that shouldnât follow the chaos of the night before.I stared at the empty crib for longer than necessary.Zaya had slept in our bed again. Adrian didnât argue. Neither did I. Some night












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