All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 161 - Chapter 167

ALEX’S POVThe police lights faded behind us as we drove away. I kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting over Ariana’s hand. I needed to feel her there, to know she is alive.She leaned her head back against the seat, eyes closed, but she wasn’t asleep. I could tell by the way her fingers tightened around mine every few seconds.“You’re quiet,” she said softly.“Ya, I’m just thinking.”“That’s what worries me.”I almost smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes.Tonight could have ended differently. If we had been five minutes late… if Victoria had pressed that syringe…and Jerry had decided to stay and finish what he started.I pushed the thoughts away. “I’m not letting him disappear,” I said.“I know you won't,” she replied. I smiled, she knew me too well.When we got home, security had already doubled. There were more men at the gate and more cameras activated. I helped Ariana inside.The house felt different. She paused in the living room and looked around like she w

ARIANA’S POVThe gunshot split the air. For a fraction of a second, I felt nothing but pain.Just the violent echo ricocheting off the office walls and the deafening ring in my ears. Then something warm grazed my side.I stumbled backward, slamming into the edge of Alex’s desk. My hand flew instinctively to my abdomen. There was no blood.The bullet had missed or….. Jerry’s body jerked.His expression shifted from triumph to confusion.A second gunshot cracked through the room.Jerry staggered forward this time, the black bag slipping from his shoulder and crashing onto the floor. Papers spilled across the polished wood like white feathers.And then I saw him……Alex.He was standing in the doorway behind Jerry, arm extended, gun steady, eyes colder than I had ever seen them.“You really should have aimed better,” Alex said quietly.Jerry tried to turn fully, but another guard burst in from behind Alex, tackling him before he could recover. The gun flew from Jerry’s hand and skidded acr

ARIANA’S POVONE YEAR LATER The house no longer smells like gunpowder. It smells like vanilla frosting, fresh roses, and baby powder.I stand at the top of the staircase, one hand gripping the banister while the other balances Joseph against my hip. His tiny fingers are tangled in my hair, his giggles warm against my neck. Across the hallway, Alex is trying and failing, to convince Josephine to keep her headband on.She keeps ripping it off with fierce determination that is unmistakably her father’s.“It’s a celebration,” Alex tells her seriously, crouched in front of her like she’s a board member he’s negotiating with. “Presentation matters.”Josephine blinks at him, then drops the headband on the floor and crawls toward the stairs with reckless enthusiasm.I laugh.It’s been a full year since that night. Since Jerry’s incident. Since the war ended in a single, deafening moment.And everything is different.“Careful,” I warn as Alex scoops Josephine up just before she reaches the e