Semua Bab Accidentally yours: Bab 121 - Bab 130

"I always thought Mia's obsession with Raymond was sincere," Ethan said, his voice low. "Ever since I knew her, she’s been crazy about him. And because of that... I wanted her too. I guess I just wanted everything Raymond had."Ezra scoffed, leaning back with a weary sigh. "Then you must have bad luck with your choices. Mia’s a demon. She doesn't love Raymond—she never did. That document was also her goal.”“Yeah” it is Ethan responded.The flight back to New York was quiet for both groups.Ezra and Ethan sat in their first-class seats, lost in thought. Their world had turned upside down.And somewhere above the clouds, Olive and Raymond sat in their private jet, holding hands, yet speaking no words.The pain was still fresh.Less than two hours later, both flights landed at different airport.As Olive and Raymond stepped off the jet, the wind brushed against Olive’s face. It felt cold, even though the air was warm. Waiting by the car was Daniel, Raymond’s trusted assistant. The blac

“No problem,” Raymond said as he gently lifted Olive from the bed. His arms were strong, but his touch was careful, like he was holding something delicate that might break. He placed a soft kiss on her lips—brief and warm.Olive touched her middle finger to her lips, her hand weak but playful. “Don’t steal a kiss from me again,” she whispered, teasing him.“Okay, miss,” Raymond smiled, his eyes soft with affection. He loved seeing her like this—brighter than the day before, slowly returning to herself.He opened the bathroom door and helped her sit on the edge of the bathtub. Once she was settled, he rolled up his sleeves and turned on the tap, letting the water run until it was just the right warmth.Olive stayed quiet, her eyes calm but distant. Raymond dipped a sponge into the warm, soapy water. He knelt beside her and began scrubbing her back in small, slow circles.“The weather’s nice today,” he said softly, trying to bring a little lightness into the room. “Maybe we could sit in

Raymond’s hands trembled as he stared at the photos Daniel had sent. His heart pounded hard against his ribs. One image made him freeze.His mother.She was standing beside a man, very close to the man. The same man he’d seen in the first photo with Mia’s mother. And now… his hand was resting on her waist like they were couples.His mother’s expression wasn’t warm or calm. It was tense. Her eyes looked distant, her body stiff. Not welcoming the man 8nto her embrace.What was going on?Was she being forced into this? Was that man controlling her?Was she scared?A sick feeling coiled in his stomach. He couldn’t breathe right. Questions kept hitting him like punches, but none came with answers. Only more confusion.Without thinking, he called Daniel. The call connected at once.“Sir,” Daniel answered.“What the hell is this?” Raymond’s voice sounded in an authoritative and dangerous tone.“Sir, I was going to explain—”“You sent me this. You saw it first. Why is she standing like that?

“Where is she?” Mr. Charles asked, his voice sharp and impatient as he stepped back from Raymond’s mother, his eyes narrowing toward the door, then flicking to Mia’s mother. “You said she’d be here.”“She will,” Mia’s mother replied coldly, arms folded, her tone calm yet chilling. “Don’t be so restless. She has nowhere to go. She’s trapped. And today… she belongs to you.”Raymond’s mother flinched, her arms sore from struggling. She glared up at the woman who had haunted her life like a ghost from hell. “You’re sick,” she whispered hoarsely.Mia’s mother let out a laugh—mocking, bitter. “Sick? No, dear. I’m just focused. Focused on watching you suffer. Consider this a… favor. It’s been years since your precious Derek died. Don’t tell me you haven’t been dreaming of a man’s touch all this time.”Mr. Charles chuckled, walking in a slow circle around her. His grin was twisted, eyes gleaming with the kind of cruelty that made her skin crawl. “A woman like you… full of pride, always walki

Raymond had barely settled into his office chair when his phone vibrated on the table. He glanced at it, expecting a work notification, but paused when he saw the sender.His grandfather.He hesitated, then opened the message.it was a photo of his mom and that man, but this shot was from a different angle and it was as if his mom was trying to force a smile on. This picture is a forced picture, now something crept into his mind, he needs to check all the previous photos the grandfather showed him.This only means his mom has been leaving under the command of someone ever since.Raymond's breath caught in his throat.This—coming from his grandfather—confirmed his suspicion. The people holding his mother weren’t strangers. Probably the Old man will have a clue..Still, as much as anger burned in his chest, he couldn’t afford to act on emotion alone. He needs to hear what his grandfather has to say.He tapped on the contact and called.The phone rang once.“I knew you’d call,” his grandf