All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Arriana’s POVI woke up before the sun fully settled into the room. For a second, I didn’t recognize where I was. The ceiling was higher, the air felt different. Quieter. There was no faint hum of the city bleeding through thin apartment windows.Just silence…thick and expensive silence.Then I felt it, the warmth behind me.It was Alex.His arm was draped over my waist. His breathing was steady against the back of my neck. I stayed still, adjusting to the reality of it. This wasn’t a sleepover. This wasn’t a late night that would dissolve into separate spaces in the morning.This was what being married entails. I shifted slightly and his arm tightened instinctively.“Morning,” his voice rasped.“You’re awake?”“I have been up for a while now.” He paused. “You move like you’re planning an exit strategy.”I exhaled softly. “Sorry, occupational hazard.”He turned me gently until I was facing him. The morning light caught in his eyes, softer than I’d ever seen them. “Well, you’re stil

ALEX’S POVApplause still echoed against the crystal chandeliers when I stood.Ariana’s fingers tightened slightly around mine beneath the table, not in fear, never in fear but in awareness. She understood rooms like this. Understood that moments like these weren’t about romance. They were about territory.I squeezed her hand once before releasing it.“Stay,” I murmured.Her chin lifted a fraction. “I’m not going anywhere.”Jerry was still basking in the congratulations when I began walking toward him. A small circle had already formed with uncles clapping his back, cousins offering exaggerated praise, and advisers calculating what this union meant for stock projections and influence.Victoria stood beside him, poised as ever with silver silk, a diamond ring, and a perfect smile.She hadn’t changed but she had repositioned herself. As I approached, conversations quieted slightly. They always did. The Sterling heir walking toward the newly engaged couple? That was better than desser

LILY’S POVI kissed him because if I didn’t, I was going to cry.And Lily Matthews does not cry when a man confesses he loves her on her living room couch with her oversized sweater sliding off one shoulder and her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest.But Ethan saying I love you like that did something catastrophic to my composure.His lips were warm, firm, surprised for half a second before he responded. His hand slid to my waist instinctively, steady but not forceful, like he was giving me room to change my mind.I wasn’t going to.I pulled back just enough to look at him. He looked stunned.“Did you just……” he started.“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I did.”His eyes searched my face like he was still calculating whether this was real. “You can’t just drop ‘I love you’ like a corporate acquisition and expect me to sit there politely,” I muttered.His lips twitched. “I wasn’t……..”“I love you too.”That shut him up for once. Silence filled the space again, but this time it w

ARIANA’S POVI should’ve known the moment I said, “Fine. We’ll announce it,” that Lily would take that as a declaration of war.Specifically, a war against anything small.It’s Wednesday morning, and she’s already sitting cross-legged on the cream rug in my private sitting room at Sterling Mansion with her laptop open, three notepads spread around her, and a colour-coded pen system that looks deeply threatening.“This,” she says, pointing dramatically at her screen, “is the guest list draft.”“It’s been twelve hours.”“Exactly.”I sink into the sofa, one hand resting on my stomach automatically. My baby is six months old and it is still surreal. Alex is in his study on a call, probably moving markets while I decide how to merge two powerful families without causing emotional casualties.“Start talking,” I tell her.“Okay. Obviously, the entire Sterling family.”I nod. “Yes.”That alone is a production. The Sterlings don’t just attend dinners, they plan for them months in advance. My

ALEX’S POVThere are very few things in this world that make Ariana nervous.Hostile board takeovers? No.Media ambushes? Absolutely not.My grandfather’s interrogation stare? She survived that. But tonight? Tonight, she’s pacing.I lean against the doorway of our bedroom, arms folded, watching her move back and forth in front of the mirror like she’s preparing for war.“It’s just dinner,” I say lightly.She doesn’t look at me. “It’s not just dinner.”I expected that answer.She smooths invisible creases from her dress, checks her hair, then checks it again. Her shoulders are squared, chin lifted, it was the posture she uses in high-stakes negotiations.But I can see the tension in her fingers.“This is your family,” I remind her. “Not shareholders.”“That’s exactly why it’s worse.”I push off the wall and walk toward her slowly. “You’ve hosted heads of state.”“Yes,” she replies. “They don’t care if I disappoint them.”Ah…….There it is.I step behind her and meet her gaze in the mirr