Novel & Cerita Accidentally Yours Audiobook

Her shoulders slumped, her breath shuddered, and she exhaled softly. “Fine,” she whispered. “You… you already know anyway.” “Start talking,” Anthony snapped. Natalie swallowed hard, folding her hands tightly in her lap as if trying to keep herself from shaking. “It was an accident,” she began. “I swear to God, Anthony, I never meant for anything to happen. I just wanted him to be asleep for a bit while I grabbed the will from his safe, but I accidentally—ACCIDENTALLY—gave him the wrong medicine. I panicked. I—I’ve felt terrible ever since. That’s why I disappeared.”

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.

So I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “What you saw isn’t what you think, Nik.” His fingers twitched against the sheet, but he did not turn, and I continued. “It was a mistake. I had a one-night stand with him. It was a stupid, drunken night, and it was before you and I reconnected. Before I ever thought we’d find our way to each other again. It meant nothing, babe.” I paused to let the words settle, and then I continued explaining how Allen saw us together and began to blackmail me.

I arch toward him, my fingers threading through his hair. Back to reality. I closed my eyes again, trying to ignore how my body still thrummed with the ghost of his touch. Tomorrow, I'll be Audrey Lane again—professional, composed, in control. I leaned my forehead against the cool window glass, watching London fade into the distance. One night of passion with a stranger. No one would ever know. And I would never see that man again. But little did I know how wrong I was.

He didn’t stop walking. He turned toward the row where his seat waited, near the back,somewhere quiet, somewhere away. But just as he passed the last row, Steve subtly shifted. And then a thud. Drake stumbled hard. His shin smacked into a leg that had no business being there. The kind of move done with a smile on your face and a trap behind your teeth. His books scattered across the floor, and his knee hit the cold tiles before he caught himself. A small gasp. Then a few laughs.

(Clasps) - Speaker A “I provoked him to drink beyond his limits by taking him to the bar and allowed him on the road without assistance. Everything was perfectly planned, the vehicle and the murder in the disguise of an accident. But who knew my single mistake would prove me this costly? I should have checked his pulse and shot him instantly. But the bastard was lucky. He pulled over. His father reached him on time, turned the tables and shelled out his money like water to eventually resurrect him. If all these things had come to my notice, I would have still managed to help him see Lucifer. But his fucker father hid him from the world and covered the truth showing the power of his money. Wh

I was thinking about dirty things, but I did not want to bother talking about them lest it ruin the moment, so I settled for a weird and awkward laugh. “Okay, but all jokes and chokes aside, I really hope you're good,” Alessandro spoke in a serious tone. I knew all the joking and laughter was done. “Yeah, I am fine. I mean, it hasn't really hit me.” I replied “But I am sure it wouldn't hit you as much as Veronica,” he replied I liked the way he said Veronica's name. It had something exotic to it compared to the rest of us who said it. “But what do you mean by that?” I questioned

) "You haven't gathered everything yet." (Ooh, boss. That's different. It appears that the cold prince has truly melted. Woohoo!) Kheed teases on the other line. "I'm not; I just want to confirm something," the young man replied solemnly. "Because, if my intuition is correct, that accident was not coincidental; it was planned." (What exactly do you mean, boss?) Luther returned his gaze to the girl before responding, "She's a Mafia."

Maye found it too cringed that her lip curled up. Maye walked towards them while shaking her head, but she noticed that she had forgotten her cellphone in the car. As she turned away, she accidentally bumped into a hard chest. She looked up, and there she saw a cheeky grin. The man was tall, had a broad shoulder, and it was her past lover. "Jon! Come here," Rodney called, and he was one of their classmates. Being in an awkward situation, Maye decided not to get her phone and just sat with them. She sat beside Therese, who was facing Lucas. Lucas is Therese's past lover. Meanwhile, Senna is also facing her ex-lover, Rick.