Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Accidental Mrs : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

The statement went live at dawn.No big press conference. No paid spin doctor. Just Vanessa’s voice, steady and cold, layered over a single black screen on every Vaughan channel we controlled — the same network Rafael and Marcian once used to smear us.“I was bribed. I was used. I was threatened. And when the threat failed, they buried the lie. This is the truth you deserve.”It took exactly nineteen minutes for the headlines to pivot — from Vaughan Scandal Brewing? to Vaughan Betrayal Exposed.And for the first time in weeks, my phone wasn’t full of demands for my head — but for Rafael’s.Eliana sat on the living room floor, Lucian balanced between her knees, stacking toy blocks like they were fortresses he could live inside forever. Zaya perched beside them, fiercely protective of her baby brother in a way that broke me every time I saw it.I stood by the window, phone pressed to my ear, watching the sunrise hit the edge of the ocean.Consuelo’s voice buzzed through the line — clipp

I stood in the doorway longer than I should have, Lucian’s tiny shoe turning over in my hand like a secret I’d forgotten I’d buried.Behind me, Eliana stepped closer, her robe brushing my arm.She didn’t have to ask. The note spoke louder than my heartbeat.I’m closer than you think.Consuelo’s number rang out twice before she answered, her voice thick with sleep but sharp as broken glass.“Where did she leave it?”“Front porch. Shoe and note.”“Surveillance?”“Dead angles,” I said. “She knows every blind spot.”Consuelo cursed under her breath. “She’s not taunting you. She’s buying time. Rafael flipped, but she’s betting you can’t touch her yet.”“She’s wrong.”“She’s desperate. That’s worse.”I didn’t sleep. Neither did Eliana. We sat on the living room couch, the ocean’s pulse echoing through the glass.Lucian and Zaya slept upstairs. Micah snored loud enough for all three of them.At 4 AM, Vanessa called.“They raided Rafael’s property. Hidden basement. Computers, files , and a bu

The sun rose on Miami like it always did — bright, warm, merciless. But inside our home, dawn felt like an interrogation lamp.Lucian slept curled against Eliana’s side, a tiny fortress built from his mother’s heartbeat. Micah and Zaya snored together in their shared room, oblivious to the fact that the house that kept them safe was now a war bunker with designer curtains.I brewed coffee I didn’t need. I drank half, poured the rest down the sink. My pulse didn’t care either way.Because Eliora was in a cell, yes. But my uncles were still out there — a ghost with the same blood in his veins that ran through mine,two ghosts, ghosts who’d taught my father how to wield power like poison.If we could get Rafael then Marcian would be no big deal.I called Consuelo just after six.“Tell me you have him.”On the other end, she sounded sharper than her coffee. “Not yet. But we have a trail. He moved funds out of the Cayman vaults right after Eliora’s arrest hit the news. A shell company in Zur

The next morning tasted like salt and thunder.Miami’s summer storm season had rolled in overnight — fat clouds stacked over the skyline, rain drumming the penthouse windows in pulses that felt too much like a heartbeat I didn’t want to listen to.Eliana was still asleep when I slid from the bed. Her hair spilled across the pillow like an afterthought of the night before — a reminder that even when the world kept trying to break us, we still found ways to fit together in the dark.I lingered there, just for a breath. Brushed my lips against her temple. Felt her shift but not wake. Then I went to do the thing I’d avoided for too long.The Vaughan Medical Wing sat on the north edge of the city — a white stone fortress that looked like it belonged in a catalog for the guilt of old money. Dad’s private suite was on the top floor, tucked away behind biometric locks, armed security, and a handful of nurses who’d learned to lower their eyes when the Vaughan name crossed their lips.I paused

Eliora's PovThey say remorse is a ghost that moves into your chest and rearranges the furniture until nothing feels like home.I used to think that was poetic nonsense. Another lie people told themselves so they could sleep at night. Guilt, remorse, regret — they were all useless to me once. I wore my defiance like a crown because power needed only one truth: you either hold it or you lose it.And then you lose everything else.I’m living in a rented condo now, some cold white box on the edge of Biscayne Bay, where the water looks too clean for what I deserve. There’s no staff. No echo of footsteps behind me. Just the creak of the floors when I pace them at night, tracing circles I can’t escape.There’s a framed photo on the mantle I shouldn’t even have. A stolen thing. The twins — Micah and Zaya — playing in the park with Adrian, Eliana half out of frame, her hair blowing wild in the wind. She’s laughing at something Micah’s done, her face soft with that warmth that used to slice th