All Chapters of His accidental husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian's POV"You know, I love these." I say with amusement as I run my hand along Damien's torso, going down to his abs and stopping there."Love what?" I look over to Damien only to see his eyes closed as I lay my cheek on his chest, hearing his heartbeat."Your body, it's not like those big, hulk-ish types. Actually, it looks like you don't spend much effort on working out. "I say with amusement as my hand skims its way along Damien's torso, across his nipples and finally reaching over to his cheek."Well, I could always work out 'til I look like Dwayne Johnson." He says with a smirk making me chuckle."What?" He opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow."I seriously don't think you'd look good with a Dwayne Johnson type of body." Yep. I mean it. If his body will be like Dwayne fucking Johnson, he'd look like a sausage. OH MY GOD, DID I JUST SAID SAUSAGE?!"You'll still love me though." Damien says with a smirk like he was certain."I don't know. Will I?" I say teasingly, making him ga

Drew POVThe sigh that left my lips felt heavier than my whole body as I sank into my seat on the plane. My chest tightened at the thought that it would be a long, long time before I saw Adrian again. Maybe too long.If only Father knew the truth. I had told him I was just dropping a friend off at the airport, but the one standing in line with a ticket clutched in trembling fingers was me. Not my so-called “friend.” Me.The lie sat like poison in my gut. I hated myself for how pathetic I looked sneaking around, hiding like some coward, lying through my teeth to my own father. And not just to him. To everyone. To Tommy.Everything I had told him about my life, my job, my hobbies was a carefully spun web of lies. He thought I was a teacher. In reality, I worked for a newspaper company. Not because I was good at it, not because it was my dream, but because Father had shoved the position into my lap. Another way for him to keep me on his leash.I even lied about the smallest things. Starb

Damien’s Cross POV“What the hell are you doing?!”Adrian and I both jerked our heads toward the door. Clara stood there, hands on her hips, face flushed with fury.Adrian blinked at her, caught off guard. “Uh… we’re, uh, trying on tuxedos?” he said, but it came out sounding more like a question than an answer.I frowned. What was she going on about this time?“The bride isn’t supposed to wear the dress before the wedding, and the groom isn’t supposed to see ”“Clara!” Adrian cut her off, red in the face. “I am not a bride! And I am not wearing a dress!” His voice cracked in frustration, and I couldn’t help but laugh.God, I loved winding him up. Still… did I ever imagine him in a dress? My brain tried to picture it for half a second before I shoved the thought away. No. Absolutely not.“Relax, Clara,” I said, draping an arm over Adrian’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to his temple. “We’re just checking if we look decent. No curses are gonna fall out of the sky.”“But it’s bad luck,”

Adrian’s POV6 months later.The phone nearly slipped out of my hand when Clara’s shaking voice cracked through the line.“Adrian… it wasn’t natural. Dad’s death wasn't a heart attack. Ethan told me everything.”My chest went tight. “What do you mean not natural? Clara, slow down ”“He planned it,” she burst out. “Ethan and that man Dad owed money to. They wanted the company to fall apart after he died. Ethan he ” Her breath hitched. “He was using me, Adrian. He only dated me to get closer to Dad, to all of us. They murdered him, They Killed my dad.”The room felt suffocating. The phone burned hot against my ear. I gripped the edge of the desk like it was the only thing that’s holding me.“Clara, where are you? Are you safe?”“I left him,” she whispered. “I couldn’t stay another second. But Adrian… what do we do?”What do we do? My blood was boiling so hard I could hardly hear myself think. Ethan. That bastard. He smiled at our dinner table. He held Clara’s hand like she was his world

Adrian’s POVIf I thought signing a marriage contract would be the end of it all, I was wrong.The real storm began the day the news broke.”Billionaire Damien Cross Marries Adrian Hale The Truth Behind the Fake Marriage Scandal”The headlines screamed from every corner of the city. My phone buzzed until I silenced it, messages notifications coming in from old friends, distant relatives, and vultures pretending to care. Paparazzi standing outside Hale Hotels and Damien’s penthouse, lenses flashing like lightning every time we stepped out.But the worst part wasn’t the noise. It was the whispers.“They only did it for business.”“Cross must be covering something up.”“Hale’s just a gold-digger clinging to power, he just wanted to save his father company”The gossip went deeper than I expected. I had known ridicule would come, but hearing them question my worth, question us it lit a fire in me I didn’t know I had.Damien noticed. Of course he did. He always noticed.One evening, after a