Novel & Cerita Accident Novel

she sighs and turns away from me. Clarissa stands in the backdoor, holding the baby, a worried expression on her face. Everyone knows what happened by now, and the official story was that Abbadon abused Maya -- it’s not like we can tell people he was her mate – but the handful that knows the real truth is worried sick about her. I get up and take the pup from Clarissa’s arms, then walk back over to Maya. “Look at him,” I say. She turns her head and stares at Deimos. “He’s gotten big,” she says, her voice monotone.

He was deep in thought while staring at the unconscious Tristan. He stayed with him while everyone left. Edison visited in the afternoon and stood behind him, “Sir, I’ve checked at the police station. The driver fell asleep on the wheel and ran into your uncle’s car, but Mr. Knowles was lucky because a passerby pulled him out from the wreck. Otherwise, something worse might have happened.” The accident was so severe that fuel leaked from the car. The car might have exploded if he hadn’t been dragged out in time. Nollace frowned. “Are they sure that it’s an accident?”

Was it something I wasn’t aware of? “I’m sorry sir,” someone replied to him. “We just got a call. She was involved in an accident and is currently bedridden.” “An accident? How did that, fucking happen?!” “A hit-and-run. Sources say she was trying to avoid hitting an animal only to collide with a huge tree.” “Dammit.” Nicholas seethed. “It just had to happen at this moment. The final shoot. Damn, our competitors are ahead. They released several movies and we haven’t even successfully released one!”

"How is he doing? Will he be okay?" Mrs. Park asked the doctor anxiously as she stood over Adrian 's hospital bed. She had been very shocked when she received a call that he had been involved in an accident. She couldn't understand why he had been driving on that road when it was raining. What had been so important that he had to travel that distance? Mrs. Park wondered as she sat beside his bed. "He's fine. He was lucky an ambulance van was on that road at that time," The doctor told her.

Alexander glanced at her. “You shouldn’t get involved in this.” “Too late,” she replied. Daniel sighed. “Well… if she’s your wife, she’s already involved.” Alexander didn’t respond. Amara folded her arms. “Someone explain what’s going on.” The two men exchanged a look. Finally, Daniel spoke quietly. “The accident that killed Alexander’s girlfriend…” Amara’s heart skipped. “…might not have been an accident.” Silence exploded across the room. Amara slowly turned to Alexander.

On the last remaining page, in cramped handwriting: JW Black. Rain window. No full cut. My name. My car. The weather. The instruction not to make it obvious. I stood there with the notebook in my hand and felt the last of the accident story burn away. This had never been chance. Marcus looked at me. “He’s close. He left in a rush. We’ll get him.” I photographed the page, then the receipt, then the bench. “Call Katia,” I said. Marcus raised an eyebrow.

the prosecutor began, "can you describe for the court the events of the night of your car accident, five years ago?" Vivienne recounted it carefully, the truck, the emergency room, the phone call that never connected, Marcus's cold refusal to interrupt Roman for anything less than a genuine emergency, the twins she hadn't yet known she was carrying, the isolation of that night settling over the courtroom in a silence broken only by the occasional scratch of a reporter's pen. "And when did you learn the accident was not, in fact, an accident at all?" "Three weeks ago," Vivienne said. "At a maritime gala, in front of two hundred witnesses, when Vanessa Sterling announced it publicly herself."

He had seen that face before—six years ago at the crash site. That day had been burned into his memory. Raymond’s car, mangled beyond recognition. Blood pooling on the road. The truck driver had been there too, lying on the ground like a corpse. Everyone assumed he had died. But now, here he was, walking through the hospital—very much alive. Daniel’s fingers curled into a fist as his mind pieced it together. The accident wasn’t an accident. It had been planned. His chest tightened. The truth hit him like a blow. Someone had tried to kill Raymond back then, and now they were back to finish the job.

Wife…Even if it’s temporary, even if it was an accident, even if he’s still planning to leave. “Temporary wife,” I argue. I can't be swept up by what he says…I'm sure this is all one big joke to him and once our three months are up he would not want anything to do with me anymore. A billionaire and the girl he accidentally married in Vegas. I’m not sure if I belong in his world, but right now, I’m inside it…and I don’t know how to feel about that. “It doesn’t matter. She disrespected you. That’s not something I can let slide.”

"Listen to me, Clara. I know two things, and you need to tell me which is the truth. It’s either you really don’t know, maybe you had amnesia after the accident that was supposed to kill you, or you are planning something, something that involves telling the truth about me, trying to sneak back into Devon’s life, huh! Are you going to play the victim, or are you going to stay silent?" Yvonne’s words, her assumptions, the sheer hypocrisy of her stance, it all hit Clarisse like a wave of boiling acid. The mention of the 'accident' that was 'supposed to kill her' was a huge, gaping hole in Yvonne’s speech. She had just admitted, in a roundabout, paranoid way, that she knew about the past, and m