บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Accidental Bride: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

The opulent presidential suite gleamed with luxury.Discarded clothing lay scattered across the marble floors men’s designer wear tangled with delicate silk garments, black lace lingerie carelessly draped over the bedside table.On the sprawling bed, two intertwined figures moved together in the darkness.The crisp white Egyptian cotton sheets made the woman’s porcelain skin appear even more luminous.“Please… be gentle with me…”Emma Thompson’s voice was soft and breathless, trembling with emotion, yet the man only held her tighter, his powerful arms drawing her deeper into an embrace.Heated breaths mingled, and beads of sweat glistened as they traced down his defined jawline.“James, please… no more…”Emma instinctively pushed against him, but he pulled her back with commanding intensity, his large hand securing her waist possessively, as if he wanted to merge her very soul with his own.Lost in a haze of intoxication and desire, her vision blurred, unable to make out the features

The moment Alexander Sinclair stepped into the lift, the spacious compartment suddenly felt claustrophobic and intimate.His commanding presence was so palpable that despite his silent demeanor, the entire lift became saturated with his distinctive essence—cool, refined woody cologne mingled with an aura of untouchable power.Emma found herself utterly enveloped by this intoxicating presence, with absolutely nowhere to retreat.Charlotte, visibly flustered, quickly grasped Emma’s arm and attempted to extract her from the situation. “President Sinclair, please make yourself comfortable. Emma and I will simply wait for the next lift.”She then tugged at Emma’s sleeve, signaling their departure.However, as Charlotte glanced back, she noticed something peculiar: Emma’s head hung dramatically low, and her meticulously styled hair had somehow come undone. She was frantically attempting to rearrange it across her face.Emma’s internal panic was reaching critical mass.She urgently pushed he

Although Alexander’s question was phrased interrogatively, his delivery carried the absolute certainty of a statement.It was abundantly clear that he’d already determined with complete conviction that Emma was indeed the woman from that evening.Emma was rendered momentarily speechless, stumbling backward involuntarily. Her complexion drained of all pigmentation as she stared at him in shock. Once her cognitive faculties gradually reengaged, she experienced a peculiar sensation—as though an immense burden she’d been shouldering had finally, mercifully lifted.Of course.She’d been foolishly deceiving herself, imagining that without providing identifying information, no one could possibly locate her.But this was Alexander Sinclair. The Savoy was a luxury property within the Sinclair family’s extensive hospitality portfolio. If he genuinely wished to investigate, reviewing surveillance footage would be child’s play.Now that the truth had emerged, Emma possessed no viable alternative

Throughout the subsequent days, Emma’s existence gradually returned to an approximation of normalcy.Precisely as Alexander had assured her, he refrained from complicating her professional circumstances, and she retained her position without jeopardy,a development that substantially eased her anxiety.Nevertheless, she scarcely encountered Alexander again throughout that entire week.Her colleagues mentioned that he appeared perpetually occupied and had departed for yet another business expedition.The singular occasion she observed him occurred in the building’s main atrium. Emma had been preparing to join colleagues for lunch when Alexander arrived from outside, accompanied by numerous senior executives, absorbing work briefings whilst traversing the space.The two individuals brushed past one another without acknowledgment.Ever since that encounter, Emma experienced acute mortification whenever she heard Alexander’s name mentioned throughout the office.She’d believed he wouldn’t

Upon departing the Registry Office, Emma stared vacantly at her newly acquired marriage certificate book.Had she genuinely married Alexander Sinclair? The entire experience felt utterly surreal, dreamlike in its improbability.Merely one week previously, she and Alexander inhabited entirely disparate universes, yet commencing from this moment forward, she’d officially become Alexander Sinclair’s wife.Remarkably, they’d progressed from initial encounter to marriage certificate acquisition within a single week’s timeframe.The previous morning, she’d visited his office to formalize their contractual agreement.Their arrangement constituted essentially a matrimonial convenience; establishing predetermined conditions simplified matters considerably.She hadn’t anticipated complications, particularly as the agreement demonstrated remarkable leniency toward her welfare.The singular fundamental stipulation: she’d cooperate during requisite occasions,sustaining an affectionate presentation