All Chapters of His accidental husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adrian’s POVThe gun felt heavy in my hand. For the first time in my life I did not feel like Richard’s son or Clara’s brother. I did not feel like the desperate heir, I felt like a man who had been pushed too far.Ethan screamed on the ground, holding his bleeding hand. Blood dropped between his fingers, staining the floor. He looked up at me with a sneer. “Go on, Adrian. Shoot me. Be the monster your father raised.”My chest started beating so fast. This was Clara’s boyfriend. The man she trusted, the man she loved. And all along, he had been working with Richard. Destroying us from the inside.“You lied to her,” I said, my voice low. “You lied to all of us.”Ethan’s sneer only deepened. “And she believed it. “That’s the problem with your family, Adrian. You’re all so desperate for love you can’t see betrayal when it’s staring you in the face.”His words hurt so deep because they were true. I had trusted Damien even after his lies. I had trusted Clara’s judgment in Ethan. And both h

Damien Cross povClara sat curled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. Her eyes scanned around the room like she expected Richard to walk through the door any second. Adrian would not leave her side. He held her hand.My mind would not settle. I kept thinking. Richard does not give things for free. If he sent Clara home, it was not mercy. That means he has another plan set up. The thought made my body sick.I stood by the window and watched the long drive. It felt too quiet. Too clean. My hand tapped the frame without me noticing.“Stop pacing,” Adrian said, not looking up. He never took his eyes off Clara.“I’m not pacing,” I lied. My hand kept moving.“You’re thinking too loud,” he said.I let out a hard breath. “It doesn’t add up. Richard does not lose. Not unless he already knows he will win.”Adrian finally looked at me. He was tired and angry all at once. “So what are you saying? That Clara here is… what? A trick?”I looked at Clara. She looked back when I did. Her face was pale.

Damien Cross POVThe journal was heavy in my hands. Not because of its size it was thin, old, barely held together by worn leather but because of what it meant.Richard had been chasing us for months, and now I understood why. He hadn’t been chasing debts or hotels. He’d been chasing Clara.But why Clara?I sat by the fireplace, flipping the pages again and again, my fingers running over the jagged words Richard had written. Each line made me fear. The kind of fear only a man who knew Richard well could feel.“If Richard knows, he’ll take her. He’ll take everything.”I read that sentence at least ten times.Clara.Richard didn’t just want to hurt Adrian by using his sister. He wanted Clara for something bigger. Something the old man had tried to bury so deep even his son never found it.And that made my blood run cold. Because Richard Hale wasn’t the type of man who wasted time chasing shadows. If he thought Clara was the target to the Hale future, then she was.“Still reading?” Adri

Adrian Hale – POVWhen Damien looked at the message on my phone, his face changed. I hated that face. I had seen it before. It meant he was closing himself, hiding what he felt so I could not reach him.That scared me more than the message.My heart started beating very fast, like I had just seen a monster. My hands got wet with sweat. My mouth turned dry. I could not stop reading the words. They stayed in my head.You think it’s over? Hale Hotels was only the beginning. Next time, we’ll take everything. Including him.They did not write his name. But I knew who “him” was. Damien.My hands shook as I gave him the phone. My voice shook too.“They still want to hurt us,” I whispered. “It’s not over.”Damien read it one time. Then he turned off the phone and gave it back. His face showed nothing. His eyes were cold.“No. It’s not,” he said.The room became so quiet. I could hear the clock ticking on the wall, each sound too loud.I sat on the couch. I held the phone tight in my hand like

Adrian Hale povThat afternoon, I tried to look normal. I put on the same black suit I had worn many times. I fixed my tie and worn a calm face. To the workers in the house, I only said I had a short errand.But the truth was different. The house felt sad on me, like the walls wanted to swallow me. Damien had found scary files. Ethan’s cruel smile was stuck in my mind. My father’s old journal kept echoing in my head. I felt like my skin was open. I needed answers. Not more threats.At the door, Damien stopped me. His eyes were sharp. He wanted to come with me. Normally, I would have let him. But this time I shook my head.“I need to do this myself,” I told him.He didn’t like it. He bit his lip, then nodded. His eyes told me he would follow if I asked. That look made me feel both safe and uneasy.The bank was old. It stood by the river with tall marble columns and shiny brass rails. It smelled like old paper and dust. The clerk, thin and pale, remembered my father. He even remembered