Semua Bab ACCIDENTALLY IN MATRIMONY : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Cassie Meets Greyson It had been a hectic day for Cassie. Besides juggling a million tasks as her father's Social Media Manager at Hunter Enterprises a job she genuinely enjoyed despite what everyone assumed about nepotism,she was determined to plan her entire wedding alone. No help, no meddling, not even from her mother, who had been dropping hints about "proper wedding planners" since the engagement announcement hit the society pages three months ago. She wanted to prove she wasn't some damsel in distress, wasn't just another trust fund princess playing at having a career. To cap it off, she now raced to a 3:00 PM meeting with the country's top real estate firm, desperate to find the perfect venue for her reception. Cassie Hunter was never late punctuality was one of the few things her father had drilled into her as a kid that she actually appreciated. The morning had started with a crisis over their biggest client's I*******m campaign, followed by two conference calls with influen

The storm hit just as Cassie was leaving Tony's, three hours of forced smiles and business talk finally behind her. The dinner had been exactly what she'd expected—Jake holding court with the Hendersons while she played the perfect supporting actress, nodding at the right moments and laughing at jokes that weren't funny. "You were wonderful tonight," Jake had said as they stood under the restaurant's awning, waiting for the valet. "Patricia Henderson was quite taken with you." Cassie had smiled and said all the right things, but inside she felt hollow. Empty. Like she was watching her life happen to someone else. Now, as rain lashed her windshield and thunder rolled overhead, she found herself driving aimlessly through the city. She should go home, get some sleep, pretend today had never happened. Instead, she pulled into a 24-hour diner, the kind of place that served coffee black and asked no questions. The Moonlight Diner was nearly empty—just a trucker in a corner booth and

Cassie woke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the feeling of Greyson's lips pressing soft kisses along her shoulder blade. She was pressed against his chest, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist, and she could feel he was already hard against her back. "Good morning," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with sleep and almost gone from the night before. She should leave. She knew she should leave. Jake would be expecting her to call, would want to know about her evening. She had a client meeting at ten, emails to answer, a life to get back to. Greyson's hand slipped down her stomach, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. "Greyson," she breathed, already arching back against him. "I can't get enough of you," he confessed, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "I've been lying here for an hour just watching you sleep, trying to convince myself to let you rest." "I should go," she said, but even as the words left her mou

7 **Five Years Earlier** The estate sprawled across fifteen acres of prime Cape Town real estate, its Georgian architecture a testament to old colonial wealth. Today, it was alive with the chaos that only a children's birthday party could bring—high-pitched squeals of delight echoing across manicured gardens, the splash of small bodies jumping into the Olympic-sized pool, and the constant rustle of expensive party planners orchestrating what was essentially a production rather than a celebration. A princess-themed birthday party for Isabella, Greyson's eight-year-old niece, was in full swing. Pink and gold balloons bobbed from every available surface, creating a canopy of pastel perfection over the outdoor festivities. A towering cake five tiers of elaborate fondant work that probably cost more than most people's monthly salary sat like an edible castle on the main table. Near the fountain, a small orchestra played Disney classics while children in elaborate costumes danced on the m

Cassie woke to the pervasive scent of antiseptic and the low, relentless hum of a heart monitor a sound like a countdown to judgment. The soft morning light filtered weakly through the hospital blinds, painting the private room in a muted gold that did nothing to chase the deep chill from her bones. Her head throbbed with a dull, insistent ache that pulsed behind her temples like a second, painful heartbeat. When she tried to move, a sharp lance of pain shot through her skull, bright as lightning. Then she saw him. "Dad." Logan Hunter sat up straight in the leather chair beside her bed, his tailored Tiger of Sweden suit rumpled from twenty hours of travel. His sharp, dark eyes the same deep shade as her own were shadowed with exhaustion and something far, far more dangerous. He'd flown back from Singapore the instant he'd received the call, abandoning a multi-billion rand merger to sit vigil over his daughter. The most powerful Black man in South African business, reduced, in this