All Chapters of Accidentally Married to a Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sienna's POVI felt the sunlight against my eyelids. It was harsh, the kind that demanded you wake up no matter how desperately you wanted to keep sleeping. My head throbbed, my throat felt like sandpaper, and my body protested every movement.Ugh. Never again.I promised myself internally as my hands felt the mattress underneath me and my brows furrowed in confusion.This isn’t my bed.My bed—well, my temporary bed—is in the tiny Airbnb apartment I rented for my week-long Miami escape/vacation. The apartment is small, cozy, and is facing a narrow street that smells faintly of sea salt and coconut oil. Definitely not this place. Because this bed is huge, soft, and smells kinda like luxury detergent.I cracked one eye open and looked at the bed underneath me. The sheets are the kind of white you only see in magazines, and the pillow under my head felt like it was personally crafted by angels. I opened my other eye and gradually scanned the room.Oh no.This room is breathtaking. Floor-

Eric’s POV“Breathe,” I said, trying to sound calm even though my own mind was racing. “We’ll fix this.”Sienna was muttering to herself—something about needing to call her lawyer, and maybe a priest. I can’t tell which will come first.She stopped and turned to face me, her brown eyes wide and frazzled. “Fix this? Eric, we are legally married. This—” she waved the paper in her hand like it was a live grenade, “—isn’t something you can just ‘fix.’” Her voice cracked a little at the end.“Look,” I said gently, “we’ll go to the county clerk’s office, explain what happened, and file for an annulment. I'm sure people do it all the time.”Her brows furrowed. “Do they? People accidentally marry strangers all the time?”“Probably not all the time,” I admitted, “but often enough that I’m sure they’ve got a form for it.”That earned me a small glare but at least she didn’t look like she was about to faint anymore, so I considered that progress.We stepped out of the casino into the Miami sunli

Sienna’s POVEric rolled his suitcase effortlessly beside me, while I tried to pretend like my life wasn’t falling apart in slow-motion.He had suggested—very casually, like it was nothing—that we hire a private jet.“A private jet, Eric,” I’d repeated. “Do I look like someone who can afford a private jet?”He’d looked at me with those maddeningly calm eyes.“I'll foot the bill. Besides, we need some privacy, especially with that video on the internet.”“No.” I refused.Taking a private jet is not the solution to our problem right now.So now, after a long conversation—and me promising for the tenth time that I would pay him back—we were standing in the First Class boarding area.“I’ll transfer the money as soon as we get to New York,” I mumbled for maybe the sixth time.He gave me a sideways look, one eyebrow raised slightly. “Sienna, it’s fine.”“It’s not. I don’t want to owe you anything. Not even a fancy seat on a fancy plane.”His lips twitched. “You think First Class is fancy?”

Sienna’s POVConnor’s car stopped in front of my family's brick townhouse. The evening sun cast a warm glow over the neighborhood, the kind that made Brooklyn look almost serene but down the block, I could hear kids shouting and someone somewhere was cooking salmon. My stomach rumbled at the smell, reminding me of how hungry I am.Connor parked neatly by the curb and turned slightly in his seat. “Right then,” he said with a gentlemanly nod. “Brooklyn delivered as promised.”I gave him a small smile. “Thank you so much, Connor.”“My pleasure,” he replied, then glanced at Eric. “Sir, I’ll let you two get settled. I’ve got another appointment to run to.” He reached for the gear but paused. “I’ll keep in touch, yeah?”“Connor.” Eric’s voice was low and firm. “Not a word about seeing me to my parents.”Connor held his gaze in the mirror for a beat, then nodded once. “Understood, sir. My lips are sealed.” His British accent gave the sentence this charming seriousness that would’ve made me l

Eric's POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth pressed against my side. The second was the faint scent of lavender.I opened my eyes fully to see Sienna curled beside me. One arm draped across my chest, and her head tucked just beneath my chin. Her hair was now loose, dark strands spilling across my shoulder and brushing my jaw with every gentle breath she took. Her face was relaxed, long lashes resting against her cheek bones, and lips slightly parted. She looked so peaceful.I stayed perfectly still, afraid that if I shifted even an inch, she would wake up. Then, she shifted slightly, her fingers tightening around the fabric of my T-shirt as she snuggled even closer. Her knee slid between mine, her forehead pressing lightly against my chest as if she was seeking warmth instinctively.A quiet laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I lifted my hand slowly, hesitating for half a second before letting my fingers brush her hair back from her face. The strands were soft and