All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ariana’s POVAlex woke before I did.I knew it not because I felt him move but because the space around me felt different. His breathing changed first, deep and steady becoming lighter, more alert. The arm around my waist tightened briefly, like a reflex, before loosening again. I stayed still, eyes closed, pretending to sleep because whatever this was, I wasn’t ready to break it yet.Morning light filtered through the curtains, pale and unassuming. It painted the living room in soft edges, turning the couch and coffee table into gentler versions of themselves. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then the weight of his arm, the warmth of his chest at my back, reminded me.He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my temple.“Morning,” he murmured.I opened my eyes slowly. “Morning.”“How’d you sleep?”I considered lying out of habit, then decided against it. “Like I wasn’t being chased.”His quiet laugh vibrated through me. “Good.”I stretched, bones protesting softly, then tilted my head

Maya’s POVI didn’t mean to watch the interview.That was the lie I told myself as the video was on repeat on my phone, with volume low, my heart already pounding like I’d just done something reckless and irreversible, which technically, I had.Ariana filled the screen.She looked calm, composed and was soft-spoken in that infuriating way that made people lean in instead of question her. She sat beside Alex Sterling like she belonged there, like the space between them was earned.I scoffed loudly.“Oh, give me a break,” I muttered, curling my fingers around the edge of the couch.The reporter asked her how it began. Ariana answered like she was telling a bedtime story. As if she hadn’t detonated my life with one carefully placed lie.A resort in a charity retreat. It had no sparks and no drama.I laughed again, sharp and bitter.She was good. I’d give her that. She always had been. Ariana had a way of sounding sincere even when she wasn’t saying the whole truth. Even when she was edit

Alex’s POVAriana fell asleep with her forehead tucked into my shoulder, breathing finally evening out after hours of riding the edge of panic.It happened quietly.One second her fingers were curled into my shirt like she was afraid the fabric might disappear, the next her grip loosened, her weight settling heavier against me. The tension bled out of her body in slow increments. Her jaw unclenching, shoulders sinking, breath warming the hollow at the base of my throat.I didn’t move.I stared at the far wall and counted the rise and fall of her breathing like it was something I could guard if I paid close enough attention.This wasn’t sleep born of peace. It was exhaustion and what came after fear burned itself down to ash.I waited another ten minutes before I reached for my phone carefully and quietly, like it mattered.I angled the screen away from her face and typed with one hand.Alex: Get eyes on Ariana’s apartment. Quietly.There was a break-in, no theft. Police suspects Inti

Alex’s POVThe building spits out people at five-thirty like it’s tired of holding them.Assistants, analysts, security—everyone spills out of the glass company with their phones already out, jackets half on, lives resuming mid-step. I leave later than most, because I always do, because silence after meetings feels earned. The elevator ride down was empty. I loosen my tie, run a hand through my hair, and tell myself I’ll make it home in time to cook something simple. Ariana likes simple when the world is loud.The doors slide open.Victoria is standing three feet from me.Her coat is immaculate. It was cream colored wool, tailored sharp enough to cut and she’s holding a coffee she didn’t need. Her mouth curves into a smile that knows exactly how it reads from a distance.“Alex,” she says, like my name is a door she expects to open. “We need to talk.”My first instinct is to step around her. My second is to clock the angle of the building cameras, the line of sight from the curb, th

Ariana’s POV“I know your secret.”The words hit hard enough that my feet stopped moving.I turned slowly. “You need to stop following me.”David was standing under the streetlight like it was a stage. His eyes were too bright, his smile a little off. His jaw worked like he was chewing something that wasn’t there.“You always did hate surprises,” he said.“I’m calling an Uber,” I said flatly. “Go home.”He laughed out loud. “You don’t want to do that.”“David…”“You’re pregnant.”The world narrowed and the noise dulled. My heartbeat went quiet.I kept my face still through pure instinct. “You’re drunk.”“High,” he corrected casually. “Not drunk. There is a big difference.”My hand tightened around my phone. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”“You should’ve changed the locks faster,” he said.That landed.My breath stuttered. “What did you just say?”He shrugged. “You always were careless when you were stressed.”“You were the one who broke into my apartment,” I whispered.“Relax. I didn’