Accidentally Yours Audiobook 소설 & 이야기

“I am sorry “ I say quietly hoping that he doesn’t hear the cowering in my voice , I stare up at him barely seeing his face ,but I could feel his cold eyes boring into mine .His mouth slowly turns up Into a sinister smile . I know that I was super drunk when I left the club and the walk from then till now is still blurry and I am not entirely sure of where I was ,so to say I was sure of how I got into the accident was a lie. The embarrassment that rushes into me ,forces me to fall my head to floor ,I didn’t even mean to apologize ,I don’t know whose fault the accident was but it's definitely not mine so why did I apologize ,the words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself,I always s

But truth be told, I was getting eager to see Abby, and that eagerness was not letting me sit still and wait. Just as I had hoped, not an hour later, my coworkers started arriving, and Abby was the first to come through the door. As soon as I heard the bell ring, I hurried to the front and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry, Abby.” I choked. Melodious laughter rang in my ear as she pulled away. “For what? You didn’t crash my car. Heavens, Chloe, not everything in this world is your fault. Accidents happen.”

Hey Wonderful readers. (Besties) Can I call you that? I hope you let me do so because you have helped me become a better writer and I am so happy to have you in my community This is to joyfully (With as much glee as I can muster) announce that this is book two of Accidentally Married. (Drum Rolls Please)

The knees crackled, and she fell to the ground. The clenched heart by his words "I love someone else", left her in a dilemma. In just a few words, her entire world crashed down, and she left with nothing but tears to shed, frustration about their memories, and just being depressed about loving the wrong guy. *Flashback ended*

She whispered, “We must’ve forgotten to check the calendar before we left the house and bumped into the god of misfortune. How could we be so unlucky! It must be Alex, that star of misfortune. I told you, nothing nice would come out of seeing that scoundrel. He’s the Assex’ harbinger of misfortune. Every time I see him, I’ll surely be out of luck. This bastard... why isn’t he the one that is out of luck yet?” Beatrice did not like her mother’s speech. “Now you’re too much. How can you blame Alex when you’re the one who refused to take advice. If you’d listened to me and gotten ourselves a chauffeur, how could this have happened? Or you could’ve at least asked sis to come and pick us up. Now

Things could have ended very differently. I studied his face, trying to place him. "Do I know you?" He smiled faintly. "No, but you do now. My name is Adrian." Something about the way he said it—the quiet confidence, the warmth in his tone—made me feel safer than I had in years. "Thank you, Adrian," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. His expression softened. "You don't have to thank me. a smile playing on his face. He looked slightly out of place in his work boots, dusty jeans, and a plain gray t-shirt, but something about his presence was grounding.

"Okay. Get ready to help change Miss Ricci and her sister. Don’t be rude." Lorenzo wanted to answer that the rude was the father. However, when he opened his mouth, the chief had long since left. ------ "Uhuu." Laura screamed with joy as the wind made her hair fly out the car window. "Careful, miss." Aria said. "Leave her, this is safe." said Alissa, watching them with her green eyes. The driver noted that there was a pewter movement behind them, surely someone watching the daughter of Mr Mancini. However, Alessia was not just anyone. Within seconds, she had already crashed and taken a shortcut to the Ricci home.

The phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the floorboard. “Damn it,” I cursed, fumbling with my seatbelt as I bent down to grab it. That was when it happened. The blaring honk. The blinding light. The violent spin of the world as the car screeched and flipped. Metal screamed, glass shattered, and then nothing. Blackness. Save me, My Wife. Adrian Hale POV “I love you too,” I said, smiling into the phone. Then silence. A thud. Screeching sounds in the background.

Arthur then gestured to Ashley to apologize. Despite her reluctance, Ashley looked at her and said, "You think I was behind your niece's accident. I have a misunderstanding with you about that. Believe me, I am not behind your niece's accident. Surely someone has said bad things about me to you, which you think are true, and because of this you have misunderstood me. I am as bad as you think I am. I am not perfect, but I am not that bad either. Hearing her words, Anastasia smiled and said, "I think you are worse than you think you are."

I sat on the edge of my bed in the gray London light for a long time before I finally pressed play, my thumb hovering over the screen like it might burn me. Julian's voice, when it came, sounded different than I remembered, rougher, stripped of the polished calm he wore like a second skin in every boardroom and every anniversary dinner I had endured for five years. He told me about a driver named Desmond Ruiz. He told me about Penelope, confirming everything Eleanor had already relayed in careful, secondhand pieces. He told me, in a voice that cracked once, audibly, near the end, that the accident that had cost me my legs and my career had never been an accident at all.