Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Accidental Mrs : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The walls of my father’s study used to be lined with framed awards and magazine covers.Now, they’re just dusty reminders of what used to be.He sits across from us, behind the desk that once ruled a business empire. His fingers tap the surface, steady and slow. Every tap is a countdown. And when it stops, the silence becomes unbearable.“I’ve made the decision,” he says.His voice is tired, but his tone is final.He doesn’t look at me.He looks at my sister.My twin.Eliora.“You’ll marry Adrian Donavan.”Just like that.Not a request. A command.Eliora doesn’t flinch. She crosses her legs, raises one brow, and says, “Excuse me?”“You heard me.”“No, I didn’t. I thought I heard you say you’re marrying me off to a man I don’t know, like it’s 1823.”My father sighs and stands. His suit is rumpled. He hasn’t shaved. This isn’t the man who once dined with prime ministers.“This is the deal,” he says. “Donavan invests fifty million into Vaughn Corp. In return, we merge families. Marriage.

Chapter Three He was gone by the time I woke up. No note. No text. No explanation. Just silence and space—his usual. It was supposed to make it easier for me. Fewer questions, fewer chances to mess up. But it only reminded me how alien this life felt, even though I was now wearing it like my own skin. I spent most of the morning studying her things. Her perfumes. Her journals. Her playlists. The way she curled her “r”s in writing, how she signed her name with a little flick at the end. Every detail was important. I had to become her, not just look like her. The staff watched me like hawks. But I smiled, nodded, made polite small talk, and followed her routine to the letter. I couldn’t afford mistakes. Not when the stakes were this high. I’d already crossed the line. Now, I had to make sure no one noticed. At lunch, I ate in the sunroom. At 2:00 p.m., I called her best friend, Vanessa, like she used to do every Friday. At 4:00, I tried on dresses for the charity gala Adrian'

I can’t breathe.The moment she said,“I’m pregnant”,my world tilted.She was never supposed to be the one.I was the replacement, the backup plan, the shadow wearing her face. And yet here I am… living a life that doesn’t belong to me, falling in love with a man who was never mine, only to lose everything again because of one test. One line.“You’re sure?” I ask.Her voice is ice. “Yes.”I stare at my reflection in the car window. Same hair. Same eyes. Same lips. But none of this belongs to me.She gives me a look like she’s already won.“I’ll return before the end of the week.”“No.”Her brows shoot up. “Excuse me?”I turned to her. “You said I had until there was an heir. Well, I’m still carrying that part out.”“You mean I’m carrying that part out,” she snaps, placing a protective hand over her stomach.I sigh. “Then let me handle this for just a bit longer. Let me talk to Adrian. Ease it in.”“There’s no easing in, Eliana. You had your time. It’s my life. My husband. My child.”“A

He leaves the apartment.He left me standing there with his father’s words still echoing in my ears.Marcian wants the baby.He wants to erase me.I sat in silence after he left, clutching the tiny bump beneath my palm like it’s my only shield.He didn't call.He didn't come back.Not that night. Not the next day either.Eliora does, though.She shows up at the apartment, uninvited and smug.“You look tired,” she says, walking in without asking.“What do you want?”“To make things easier.”“For who?”“For all of us.”She sits, legs crossed, perfect as always.“You’re in no condition to raise a child. Not alone. Not with the media dragging your name.”“I’m not giving you my baby.”She shrugs. “Don’t make this hard.”“You mean like you made it hard for me?”“This isn’t about revenge, Eliana. It’s about doing the smart thing.”“I’m not signing away my rights.”“You might not have a choice.”“Adrian won’t let you.”She laughs. “He’s not as sure of you as you think.”I didn’t respond.She

The ambulance arrives in minutes.He’s pale.Pacing.I’m on the stretcher, breath shallow, arms clutching my stomach like I can hold the pain back.The medics move fast ,flashing lights.Questions I can’t answer,Adrian stays by my side.He doesn’t speak.His jaw is clenched too tightly.I reach for his hand.He squeezes mine hard.Like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.The hospital is cold.White ceilings.Sterile walls.Machines beeping.A nurse pulls him back.“Wait here.”He refuses.They don’t listen.I’m alone again.I hate this part.They check the baby.The heartbeat was fast.Too fast.My own feels like it’s stalling.A doctor enters.Young. Stern eyes.“Stress-induced contractions,” he says.“Too early.”I nodded.“I need to keep her safe.”“We’ll try. But you need rest. Absolute rest.”They give me something to calm me down.I drift.In and out.When I woke up, he’s there again.Adrian.Sitting beside me.Holding my hand like it’s the only thing he trusts.“They’re keeping you overnight,”