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My Accidental Billionaire Husband Let’s be Official
~Sam~Zane was a problem.Not in the way that Julian Windsor was a problem — Julian was a walking natural disaster with taped knuckles and a marriage certificate nobody knew about, and that was Katia's problem to survive. Zane was a different category of problem. He was the kind of problem that showed up at your door at eleven PM with good wine and better conversation and then stayed until four in the morning and made you forget why having boundaries was a reasonable life choice.We had been doing this for three months.Three months of what I had decided—clearly, firmly, with the full authority of a woman who managed a billion-dollar company's operations and knew how to make decisions—was just sex. Uncomplicated. Enjoyable. The kind of thing two consenting adults did when they worked in close proximity and found each other attractive and had enough self-awareness to keep it entirely out of the office.Except Zane had apparently not received that memo.He was sitting on the edge of my
My Accidental Billionaire Husband You're not just sleeping with her
~Julian~I found him at the Whitmore Manhattan.Room 1401. The presidential suite. Of course. A man like Jude Wolfe did not convalesce in a standard room—he occupied the entire fourteenth floor and made the staff bring his meals on silver service while his jaw was wired shut.I had not called ahead.I walked past the front desk without stopping, past the concierge, who looked up with the professionally alarmed expression of someone about to say something; and into the private elevator that the Whitmore reserved for their top-floor guests. My security credentials from the WEG infrastructure contract with the building's management company gave me the access code. I had not planned to use it today. Plans changed.I didn't have Marcus with me. I didn't have my security detail. I had left Zane at the family mansion to watch over Katia and Aiden, ensuring the perimeter was entirely airtight. I was alone, dressed in a dark charcoal overcoat, my taped knuckles still stiff and aching from the
My Accidental Billionaire Husband Mind your own business
Katia She wasn’t in her elegant luncheon attire today. She wore a rumpled, dark trench coat over her clothes, her hair wild and messy from the wind, her face completely flushed and blotchy under her smeared makeup. She had tracked Julian’s car. She had figured out that he had taken me here, to his grandmother’s house, and the desperation in her eyes was the look of a woman who had realized her entire social empire was slipping through her fingers.She walked into the foyer, her heels clicking violently against the stone floor as she stopped ten feet from where Julian and I stood. She looked at Julian’s taped hands, then at the crushed gold card on the table, and then her eyes locked onto me.The jealousy in her chest was a screaming, hysterical monster.“What is she doing here?” Delia screeched, her voice rising to a high, raw register that echoed off the high-vaulted arches of the lobby. “Julian, she is a suspected murderer! Her name is on the front page of every tabloid in the coun
My Accidental Billionaire Husband Burn Every Single Leaf
~Katia~The silence of the Windsor family mansion was supposed to be a sanctuary, but today, it felt like the heavy, pressurized quiet before a storm.I sat on the edge of the plush velvet sofa in the morning room, my hands wrapped around a cup of chamomile tea that Gail had pressed into my palms twenty minutes ago. I hadn't tasted it. My body was still vibrating with the lingering adrenaline of the penthouse siege, my mind trapped in a loop of the brutal, blood-splattered violence I had watched Julian unleash on Jude.My muscles were incredibly stiff, and every time I shifted my weight, the deep, dark purple prints of Julian’s fingers on my waist and the raw, burning soreness between my thighs from his relentless touch the night before made themselves known.In the garden outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Aiden was playing with a wooden model airplane, his laughter carrying through the glass, light and entirely untouched by the blood on my kitchen floor. Gail was standing near hi
My Accidental Billionaire Husband The Broken British Pride
~Jude~The mirror in the private suite of Mount Sinai Hospital was lying to me.It had to be. There was simply no other logical explanation. The reflection staring back at me did not belong to Jude Wolfe—the dashing, immaculate, thrice-crowned darling of the British motorsport press. It belonged to a genetically compromised turnip.My left eye was swollen into a dark, plum-colored slit. My nose, which had previously possessed a rather splendid, aristocratic bridge, was currently packed with several yards of medical gauze and taped down like a poorly wrapped parcel. My jaw was wired so tightly that even thinking about the word "biscuit" sent a sharp, agonizing throb directly into my temples."Uncivilized," I muttered, the word coming out as a pathetic, wet whistle through my teeth.I winced, instantly regretting the vocal effort. The nurse had offered me a PCA pump containing a rather generous amount of liquid morphine, but the drugs did absolutely nothing to soothe the wounded dignity
My Accidental Billionaire Husband Apex predator
~Katia~The heavy mahogany double doors of my penthouse didn't just open; they were vaporized.The wood fractured with a deafening, explosive crash that shook the entire living room, the brass lock ripping out of the frame and clattering across the hardwood floor.Jude’s head snapped toward the sound.Julian Windsor stood in the doorway.He didn't have his coat on. He was in his dark trousers and a black shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair wild and messy. But his face—god, his face was not human. His eyes were pitch black, empty of all sanity, carrying the raw, lethal focus of an apex predator that had just walked into his den and found another beast putting his hands on what was his. The control he had maintained all week hadn't just slipped; it had been completely, irreversibly destroyed.Julian didn't say a word. He didn't issue a warning. He didn't make a corporate threat. He ran.He crossed the twenty feet of my living room in a split second, a blur of pure, musc
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