All Chapters of His accidental husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adrian’s POVThe kiss at the relaunch changed everything on the media.Until then, we’d been whispers, rumors, speculation. But the moment Damien’s lips met mine in front of the cameras, we weren’t a secret anymore we were undeniable.The morning headlines reflected it.The Power Couple of the Hotel Empire.Cross and Hale: From Contract to Forever.Business Partners, Life Partners.For once, there was no opposite in their words. The tone shifted. Investors stopped doubting, employees stopped whispering, and for the first time, the world didn’t look at me like I was a gold digger. They looked at me like I belonged at Damien’s side.And God, I did.Of course, marriage wasn’t smooth sailing. Living with Damien was like sharing space with a thunderstorm intense, unpredictable, but impossible to ignore. He had this way of filling every room, every silence. And sometimes, he drove me insane.Like the time he reorganized the entire kitchen without asking.I opened the cupboard one morning, b

Adrian’s POVThe first snow of the season had just begun to fall when I realized something: Damien Cross was no longer the man I married for convenience. He was my partner, my anchor, and somehow the center of my world.It was late evening, the city below wrapped in glittering lights. I stood by the window in our penthouse, sipping whiskey, when Damien walked in, jacket slung over his shoulder, his tie undone. His dark hair was slightly mussed, the picture of power and exhaustion all at once.“You’re staring again,” he said without looking up, setting his briefcase down.“Maybe I like what I see.”That earned me a smirk. He came closer, pulling the glass from my hand and setting it aside. “Whiskey on an empty stomach? Dangerous habit.”“And you’re suddenly my doctor?” I teased.He leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. “More like your husband. Which means it’s my job to keep you alive.”That word husband still sent a jolt through me. Not because it was foreign anymore, but because it had

Damien’s POVThe first time I caught myself daydreaming, I nearly laughed at myself.Damien Cross didn’t daydream. My life was a schedule, a strategy, a battlefield. Yet there I was, sitting in a board meeting, nodding along as some executive talked about quarterly reports while all I could think about was Adrian’s laugh the night before.That laugh. It had cracked something open in me, something I couldn’t close again.“Mr. Cross?” the executive said, pulling me back to reality .I blinked, then leaned forward, voice smooth, controlled. “We’ll proceed with the partnership. Draft the papers.”The man nodded, scribbling notes. No one noticed I’d barely heard a word.But Adrian would have noticed. He always noticed.That evening, I walked into our penthouse and found him lying on the couch, tie loosened, shoes kicked off, flipping through documents.“Your version of unwinding?” I asked, setting my jacket down.He looked up, smirking. “Someone has to keep this empire from collapsing whil

Damien cross POVPeace is dangerous when it comes to being successful and rich. That was the first lesson I ever learned in business, my dad always tells me. The moment everything feels stable, someone is already plotting to take it away for you.Too many Enemies when you are successful.Which is why, despite Adrian’s steady hand in mine, despite the empire soaring higher than either of us imagined, I couldn’t shake the chill crawling under my skin the night the message arrived.It was slipped under our penthouse door. No name. No seal. Just one line, typed in bold letters:“Your marriage wasn’t the only secret Richard Hale left behind.”I read it twice before Adrian came out of the shower, towel slung low on his neck, his dick tangling, steam following him. For a second, I considered hiding it. Protecting him. But Adrian hated lies, and I wasn’t about to repeat the mistakes that nearly destroyed us once.“Someone’s playing games,” I said, handing him the note.He frowned, reading. Hi

Damien Cross POVI couldn’t believe it was over.That Ethan is a beast until I see him rot in the ground before I can get my peace. His Second downfall would finally bring us peace. That Adrian could finally breathe without looking over his shoulder, and I could finally hold him without wondering who was waiting to tear us apart.But peace doesn’t last in our world. And Richard Hale’s ghosts didn’t just whisper from the past, they found their way into the present.It started three nights after Ethan’s arrest.Adrian and I were in the study, papers scattered across the desk, Evelyn asleep upstairs. We’d been planning how to introduce her publicly without sparking scandal. Adrian was exhausted, his tie hanging loose, hair scatter from running his hands through it too many times.That’s when my phone buzzed. A restricted number. I almost ignored it until I saw the first line of the message.“Does Adrian know Richard Hale paid me to fake his death?”My blood ran cold.I read it twice, the