Semua Bab The CEO My Accidental Lover : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Elodie “Happy anniversary bab—” The words die in my throat at the person who walks in behind him … The door has flown open with a loud thud, making me raise a hand to my chest, soothing my frightened heart. My eyes lit up the moment my husband walked in, and a smile curls on my lips then falters at the sight of her. “Serena.” I frown, taking in my threat of a step-sister. I blink to make sure I’m seeing very clearly. She grins, wide and malicious. “Elodie.” She’s truly here then, it’s not a figment of my imagination. “What are you doing here?” I snap, brows dipping in both confusion and irritation. I turn to my husband. “Mason, babe, what is she doing here?” He rolls his eyes. “Who gave you the right to question me or whoever I bring into my house?” “Serena.” I face my step-sister again, my patience wearing thin. “I asked you a question!” Before the words even land, a hand cracks across my face. Pain sear up my cheeks. “Are you out of your mind? Questioning m

Elodie My inconsistency at the workplace has been piling up, and today is one of those days I have to send yet another email asking for permission to be absent. My finger glides across the red button and it clicks Send. I sit quietly, staring at the white ceiling of the hospital when the doctor walks in with a file and a wide smile on her face. That kind of smile that is either too good… or about a change in everything. “Congratulations, Elodie,” she says softly, “you’re pregnant.” My heart races, skipping a beat as I blink once. Twice. Then I laugh. Not a happy laugh. A bitter, crack sound that makes the nurse beside her shift uncomfortably. “I think you're mistaken here,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I can't be.” But the smile on her face didn't falter. “I ran the test twice. You're eight weeks along. There's no mistake.” My throat tightens, and my fingers curl around the strap of my purse, squeezing it like I’m holding on to reality. Pregnant? Me? “Ho

Elodie “God, Please…” I whisper shakily. “Don't take him from me.” I glance sideways at the man behind the wheel. The idiot who hit my son. His face remains pale, and there's blood near his temple. He holds tightly to the steering wheel. But it doesn't move me at all. I press my trembling hands in my chest, trying to steady the storm. This is his fault, his exact act of recklessness. And now I'm back to this city, this one place I swore I'd never set my foot in again. I can't run into Mason. I can't run into his wife. They must never find out about Liam. Not now. Not ever. To them, I must remain the barren ex. The woman they threw away like trash. Tension grows thicker in me, I grip the edge of my blouse in my fingers. Liam, I'll protect you. Even if I have to fight the devil himself. I will keep you safe. “Can you drive any faster?” I snap at him. Frustration rises within me the more I look at him. He blinks hard. “I apologise ma, I didn't mean to…”

Elodie “Did you just call that knowing me?” I gawk. “Didn't I tell you already?” “There’s more to it, Elodie. I want every detail,” she pulls a smile, repositioning herself to listen more clearly. “So please don't miss any part.” I roll my eyes and shake my head sideways. “It's because all this is his fault, that's all.” I huff. “The accident?” “Vivy, he knocked him down. He almost took him from me.” I blink hard, forcing back a fresh tear as I squeeze through my teeth. “Elodie, don't act like that.” She shrugs. “I just mean, this is Travis Milton for crying out loud, anybody can as well cause an accident and still not be this nice.” “Maybe he has got a soft spot for you as well,” she adds. “That explains this private suite he gets for your baby's treatment.” At once, my heart shatters at the words she's spilling. I hate how common Vivian is seeing this damage. Isn't she supposed to be more worried and concerned about my Liam than Travis and what he does with his credit card?

Travis My car screeches to a halt and I pull the seat belt out. I step to the ground and jam the door close. Then walk back, observing the damage on it from where the SUV had hit. “That idiot.” My teeth press into a thin line. I turn and stride forward to the entrance door. It's good to be home. Today was a long day indeed. The servants line up, bowing their heads in norm and their greetings follow the moment I open the door and step in, but my mind isn't in it. It flashes back to the early event as I keep climbing the stairs. That SUV. Why was it after me? Who sent it? I can't seem to lay my hands on anybody. Could it be coming from someone that is perceiving me as a threat? It clearly wants me dead. I saw everything. As I get to my room, I swipe the door open, then shuts it back behind me, unbuttoning my shirt which profusely stinks of blood. Just then, a sharp three knocks come to the door. “Come in.” I answer. A servant walks in, and drops a hot cup of tea. It's my r