All Chapters of My Accidental Billionaire Husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Katia~The view from my office towered over the Brooklyn skyline, glass and steel stretching like a cathedral built for power. Sunlight poured in through the windows, spilling over the dark oak desk and the neat stacks of documents I’d been combing through since seven a.m. Sharp black fountain pen in hand, I made notes in the margin of a contract I’d have rewritten by the end of the day. One of our AI integration deals with a European defense firm needed restructuring.A soft knock tapped at the door before it opened. Sam stepped inside, with folders in one hand and her usual iced coffee in the other. Her heels were silent against the polished floors, her presence as seamless in this office as she was the night she picked me off the concrete in nothing but a bathrobe.“You’ve been buried in paperwork all morning,” she said, sliding the files onto my desk. “Wanna go out for lunch, ma’am?”I raised an eyebrow, looking up from my desk. “‘Ma’am’? Since when do you call me that, Sam?”She

“Katia,” Sam said, practically bursting into the office with her iPad clutched in both hands like it held the Holy Grail, “we got it.”I blinked up from my screen. “Got what?”Her grin could’ve lit up Times Square. “WEG. We won the bid. The contract is ours.”I shot up so fast my chair slammed into the wall behind me. “No—Sam—Sam, say that again.”“We got the WEG contract,” she repeated, biting back a squeal. “You’re now officially a vendor partner for Windsor Empire Group.”My knees gave out. Not in the dramatic, fainting sort of way, more like the ground shifted beneath me and I just needed to feel it. I sat on the edge of my desk and pressed a hand over my mouth as tears welled in my eyes.“Sam… we’re going to be rich.”She laughed. “Katia, you’re already rich. Like… borderline ridiculous.”“No. This is different. This is old-money territory. WEG doesn’t just do partnerships. They anoint. This isn’t a contract; it’s a damn fucking coronation. I’ve dreamed about working with them si

Katia’s POVMy voice was calm but assertive, mid-conversation with an investor from Zurich. We were finalizing terms for the upcoming IG Technologies expansion into Central Europe, and my mind was already on timelines, rollout logistics, and hiring regional managers.I didn’t hear the door open. But I heard her voice. “Katia, what is this thing I’m hearing on the news?”I froze. Only one person walked into my office like that, and it has to be my assistant, Sam. I am suddenly starting to regret ever letting my family back into my life because they act like this office is some marketplace. I hear heels clicking against my office floor, and I can tell it wasn't one person. I looked up and, sure enough, my mother stood inside my office with Delia by her side, both wearing expressions that danced between self-righteousness and disbelief.“Apologies, Stefan,” I said into the phone, keeping my tone smooth. “Something unexpected has come up. I’ll call you within the hour.”I hung up and se

Julian's POVThe evening air was heavy with the scent of impending rain as I slipped into the driver’s seat of my Bentley Continental GT and pulled out of the underground parking lot of my penthouse. The engine purred as I steered onto the road, but no amount of luxury or speed could settle the discomfort that had started gnawing at me since yesterday's meeting with Katia Kensington.That name had been bouncing around in my skull like a fucking echo, and no amount of distraction, not even the fucking model I left tangled in my sheets earlier this morning, had managed to mute it.She wasn’t what I expected. Hell, she wasn’t what anyone would expect. She looked fragile, elegant, sassy, and everything a man would want in a woman.She is fucking dangerous.And there was something about her that had me unsettled in a way I hadn’t been in years. I’d walked into that boardroom expecting to see a timid little CEO puppet whose name was just a placeholder on a company letterhead. What I got was

Julian’s POVThe engagement party had swelled and receded like a tide, leaving the estate humming with warmth and perfume and carefully curated laughter. Beneath the glittering chandeliers and the gleam of polished marble, I felt strangely disconnected from it all, as though I was watching from outside my own body.I had not expected her presence to rattle me. I had stood in that room hours ago, made polite conversation with a stranger I was supposed to marry, someone selected for convenience, arranged like stock on a balance sheet, and yet this woman standing alone out on the balcony had taken something from me I can’t even name.I hadn’t known why I kept glancing at her throughout the party…until this moment.I found her now, just beyond the noise, on the far edge of a terrace overlooking the city, the skyline a glittering testament to a world that expected everything to be manicured to perfection. She stood with a glass of champagne, delicate fingers wrapped around the stem, body r