All Chapters of The Billionaire's Accidental Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena POV I stepped back, not wanting him close. My back hit the wall behind me, letting him close the distance between us, leaving us in a breath of space.“ Then what are you doing walking in front of my study at this time of the night” he leaned in, his voice dropped to a murmur, low and chilling.A jolt of pain shot through my body as my legs stepped on the broken vase, a gasp escaping my lips “ Ouch,” I hissed, glancing down to see blood beginning to pool beneath my bare foot.Alex's gaze shifted instantly, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the blood. In one swift move, he dropped his cold demeanour, replacing it with concern.“ You're bleeding” he muttered, his voice laced with concern. Without a word, he scooped me up in a bridal style.“I'm fine” I protested, my cheeks flushing at the sudden closeness. Forgetting that I was in the hands of someone who was threatening to kill someone a while ago. But he ignored me, walking towards our room.He lay me on the bed gently, grabbi

Elena's POV Would I call what I was feeling jealous? No. I refuse to feel that way even though it was disappointing to know that he had a family. Nana wasn't aware of it as far as I'm concerned, or was she? For the past two weeks, I had tried my best to keep my distance, reminding myself that what I had felt before was just an illusion. It was a fleeting mistake that I thought there were men like him, after all, who had hearts behind those cold demeanours. But I was wrong. What if I was the one in her position? I wouldn't like it. With everything I had gone through, I felt and understood her pain. Even though I knew nothing about their relationship, that night when I overheard him talking to someone threateningly, it kept playing on my mind. Maybe she was the other one at the end of the call. Maybe not. Either way, I shouldn't care. As a matter of fact, I shouldn't be giving a shit about his private life. Keep it low and simple. My work here was simple: to only be his

Elena POV “ Elena” Alex called“ I'll get ready for the dinner party shortly.” I wiggled my hands in his grip but the more I struggled, the more they became tighter.“ Elena,” he called again, his voice low.This time I turned but didn't look at him. I didn't want him to see my eyes swollen and filled with tears. I didn't want him to know I was crying earlier. That might make him feel more mighty and self-important.“ Look at me” he said, raising my face to look at him, but I averted my eyes the other way. I didn't want to see him or talk to him.One other rule that I had forgotten in the contract was not to get too close, or else I'd get burnt. But I did get close and now I'm burnt. “ Please,” and I did. His eyes were beautiful as ever holding a hint of calmness and vulnerability. It was different from the last time he consoled me. More earnest, almost charming.I stayed locked on them for a while before looking away again. “ Mr Donovan,” I locked eyes with him once again, tryin

Elena POV I entered my office, which was located just beside his, with only a wall separating us. The office was classy, neat and in order. I scanned the whole place walking towards my desk. On it was a huge pile of more than ten files. I rummaged through the files on the table in utter disbelief.This was too much. How did he expect me to finish all these files before the end of the day? My chest clenched as I looked at the pile of files. There was no way I was going to finish this if I kept complaining like this. I know what he is doing; he's trying to get me tired, push me, stress me, and all worked up so that I won't work anymore, but he doesn't know this is just the beginning.I strode across the table over to my chair and sat down. I need to get to work if I am going to beat him at his little game.I flipped open the first file, forcing my mind to focus on the details inside. Contracts, reports, and meeting notes stared back at me. Their content is urgent and well laid out.

Elena POV “ Elena, wait” His voice echoed as I took a step on the staircase. I don't want to listen to anything he wants to say. I now know my place and it was just being a contract wife. And besides, if not for Nick, I wouldn't even bother myself with his problems. But something compelled me to stop, eager to know why he asked me to stop. Maybe something had triggered in his brain, and he wanted to open up. I didn't turn back, I didn't want to look at him. Didn't want to see his face at all. “Can you” he hesitated a minute, then continued. “Can you stay with me for the night?” he said in a hoarse tone. My eyebrow raised in dismay. I turned to see a vulnerable child who craved his mother's deprived love. I wanted to say no, I wanted to dash out of his sight to be the contract wife he wanted me to be. To stay in my lane. But, I couldn't just sweep the pile of feelings rushing inside me, making my heart pound at an extreme rate that it was all I could hear. My stomach twiste