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His gloved fingers brushed against the skin of my neck and the cold leather made me shiver, but he just kept speaking in that calm, steady tone that made my blood turn to ice. "Accidents are such messy things, aren't they? People get hurt and legacies get tarnished, but the beauty of an accident is that the narrative is whatever the survivor says it is, and right now, Kai is a survivor who needs a story. You were supposed to write that story, Anya, not a tragedy of your own where you end up as a footnote in a police report."

asked Lorenzo with furrowed brows. “The accident happened in December while you were traveling to Detroit to visit your mother with Selena and one year old Enzo. It was Christmas Eve, everyone was rejoicing to welcome Christmas. But that night there was a snowstorm in Chicago. The road was very slippery because of a very heavy snowstorm, and my I was on my way home at that time because the work at the headquarters was finished. I passed Cicero Avenue. I saw a mini cooper speeding in front of me. I had thought that the driver was a crazy driver because he was so brave to go so fast in the middle of a snowstorm that caused the road to be so slippery.

I screamed out in pain. I pushed the table off me and i felt a sharp object piercing my ankle, i cried out as i saw my ankle bleeding with a deep cut and the worst part of everything..the novel is torn.. His favourite novel !! I should have just kept it in the room but i was engrossed in it,it was the cause of my fall cause i was read-walking and didn't even notice the stool in front of me and now his novel is torn. He had warned me not to allow it get torn.

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"Don't touch anything. Don't call anyone. This will all be over soon." I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Annalise was still on the floor where I'd left her, cradling her ankle and sobbing dramatically. Derek stood over her like a guardian, his expression somewhere between concerned and amused. "She tried to grab her phone," he reported. "I may have accidentally kicked it down the stairs." "Accidentally," I repeated. "Very accidentally. It just sort of flew out of my hand when she lunged at me." I smiled despite everything. This man. This ridiculous, wonderful man who'd appeared in my life less than forty-eight hours ago and had already become essential.

He looked like he was sleeping. The second sheet. Her mother. Also peaceful. A bruise on her temple, nothing else. They looked fine. They looked like they could wake up at any moment. But they wouldn't. Novalee stood there, staring at her mother's face, and something clicked in her mind. The drunk driver. The red light. The perfect timing. This wasn't an accident. "Who was the other driver?" she asked the doctor. "I'm sorry?" "The drunk driver. Who was he?"

I sat there for a long moment, the folder on the bed between us, Robbie's betrayal still fresh, Patricia's firing still fresh, every wall I'd spent months building suddenly feeling exhausting to maintain. "There was an accident," I said finally. "Years ago." Rosa went still. "What kind of accident?" "A car accident. Johansson was involved." I pressed both hands against my face, the words coming slower than I wanted, each one costing something. "She was driving. I was the passenger. She was drunk." "Daniel—"

he said. “Very,” I replied. Then my voice caught as a sadder thought crept in. “They died five years ago. Fremont Street. Ninth of April.” I stared at my hands, twisting my fingers together. “Everyone called it an accident. Just one of those things. But part of me never believed it was so simple.” He was quiet as I spoke, just sitting there, hands loose in his lap.

I say, my heart pounding as I push down on the gas. "I'm sure she's alright. Maybe she just fell or something. Don't panic just yet, okay baby?" Harper says, holding my hand. I nod and take a few deep breaths as I try to remember how to get to her house. It takes longer than I remember, but eventually the street comes into view. There's a police car, a fire truck and an ambulance all outside her little cottage. I try not to think the worst, but it feels like there's a boulder in my gut and I can't seem to wish it away. I stop the car a good distance away, making sure the emergency vehicles can get out if they need to. I get out and start walking, Harper by my side in an instant, holding my h

A blonde haired lady said into her recorder before bringing it close to my mouth. “I feel great about it?” I said curtly. Then there came another lady stretching her hand enough just so her recorder could near my mouth. “We learned it's a contract marriage, please, could you tell us if the terms are any stringent?” I held my breathe and swallowed a lump. “I would rather not disclose that to the public.” “How does it feel to become an accidental billionaire?” A voice trailed over, and with that I wound up the glass and drove by. We remained silent throughout the rest of our drive until we arrived at Beatrice's office. I pulled up in the parking lot and killed the car engine. “We are 10 minute