Lahat ng Kabanata ng His accidental husband: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Adrian Hale POVIt had been three days since Damien said those words “It starts tonight.”And I still didn’t know what the hell he meant.He’d been acting strange ever since. No more anger. No more distance. Just this calm… too calm, like the quiet before a storm.Every morning he left early. Every night he came back late. He said it was “for us,” but he never told me what it was.Tonight, I was done waiting.I stood by the window of his penthouse, arms crossed, staring at the city lights. The door clicked open behind me, and I heard his familiar footsteps.“You’re still awake,” Damien said softly, his voice low and careful.I didn’t turn. “You’ve been gone since morning.”“I told you I had things to take care of.”“Yeah, you keep saying that,” I said quietly. “But what exactly are you taking care of, Damien? Because the last time you said that, someone ended up dead.”That made him freeze. I could hear the shift in his breathing before he finally said, “That’s not fair.”I turned,

Adrian Hale POVDamien wasn’t there. Again.For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the pillow that still smelled faintly like his cologne smoky, warm, familiar. But lately, that scent felt distant. Like him.I pushed myself up, rubbing the back of my neck. Things were supposed to be better now. We’d survived hell betrayal, heartbreak, lies, all of it. We’d found our way back to each other. But somehow, something still felt… off.Every night he came home later. Every morning he left earlier. He said it was “work.” But I’d seen that look in his eyes like he was running from something. Maybe from me.The coffee machine hummed when I walked into the kitchen. Damien had already made a pot before leaving. A small note sat beside the mug:“Meeting at headquarters. Don’t wait up. – D.”I exhaled softly, a sad smile tugging at my lips. “You’re always working, aren’t you?” I murmured under my breath.By noon, I decided I couldn’t just sit there anymore. I’d missed him, not the versi

ADRIAN HALE POVThe sound of glass shattering was the first thing that hit me.Then came the screams.“Mr. Cross! Get down!” someone yelled.I spun around in my office, instincts taking over as the bullet tore through the glass wall behind me. Papers flew. My heart thundered as I ducked behind my desk.For a second, all I could hear was my pulse pounding in my ears.“Security!” I shouted into the intercom, but it was dead. Static hissed back.Perfect.Of all days for the system to fail.I crawled toward the hidden drawer under my desk, pulled it open, and retrieved the pistol I kept for emergencies. The scent of gunpowder was faint but enough to tell me this wasn’t random. Someone knew I’d be here.I peeked up and saw the shooter outside, black hoodie, face hidden. Cold, calculated.And in that same heartbeat the elevator dinged open.“Damien?”My blood ran cold.Adrian.No.He stepped out, holding a paper bag lunch, probably. His smile froze when he saw the wrecked glass and me c

DAMIEN CROSS POVThe city outside my office window looked peaceful, a lie painted in glass and sunlight. Inside, everything felt wrong.Reports were piling up, security teams running background checks, the police still calling. But none of that mattered.Adrian hadn’t said a word since last night.He sat across from me now in my office, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the floor. I could tell he hadn’t slept. His coffee was cold, untouched. The only sound was the ticking clock between us.I leaned forward, breaking the silence. “Say it.”He didn’t look up. “Say what?”“Whatever’s been spinning in your head for the last hour.”He finally lifted his gaze, tired, hollow. “You already know what I’m thinking.”“Then humor me.”“I don’t trust anyone right now,” he said quietly. “Not your team. Not the cops. Not even you.”The words hit harder than I expected. “Not me?”He sighed. “You knew something about Lucas and didn’t tell me. You went after him alone.”“I didn’t want to put you in dange

Adrian Hale POVI didn’t sleep that night.The house was too quiet. Every shadow felt like a secret. Every creak made my heart race.Damien was downstairs, probably still watching the security feeds. He didn’t say a word when we got back, but the storm in his eyes said everything.He was scared.And when Damien Cross was scared, that meant the world was about to burn.I turned on the bedside lamp, trying to shake off the image of the warehouse the ropes biting into my wrists, the cold voice that had whispered in my ear before Damien arrived.He’ll always choose power over you.My fingers shaking remembering it.I should’ve told Damien everything his father said. But something stopped me. Maybe fear. Maybe confusion. Or maybe… it was what came next.Because while he was fighting for me, his father whispered something else something only I heard.If you want to save him, come to me. Alone.And now, that sentence wouldn’t stop replaying in my head.I padded barefoot down the stairs. The