Novel & Cerita Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband

‘ What those two incidents had in common is the key. ‘Well’, I gulped down my wine. ‘Then I was about to Marry a billionaire who was a Mafia Boss. Now, I am already married to one. I guess it was after our first night together that I realized we are going to be together for a long time.’ ‘A billion dollar cheque for your thoughts.” The deep voice interrupted my reverie. I glanced at his way. He in his PJ trousers. Leaving his bare chest for me to drool over. I pursed my lip.

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

He looked at her with obvious eyes that he hoped he wouldn't bother because he would be destroyed. "Is your husband Congressman Joh?" Esteban asked the woman indifferently. The woman frowned because Esteban asked, obviously. "Your husband likes to hook up with rich people because he has lost interest in a husband like you." Everyone was surprised to hear from Esteban. Aurora Chu got even more angry at what Esteban said, she couldn't believe that an ordinary person would say that to her. "Who are you? This woman is my husband's partner!" he shouted. Aling Helya approached Esteban and pulled him.

I could still remember how he introduced himself to me. The results flooded in, and my heart thudded harder with every page I scrolled. Alex Adamson, one of the most powerful businessmen in the country. Married last year and he has a child. My heart sank. A family already. Still, I kept scrolling. Then I saw where it was written that he was once married before. My pulse raced as I clicked, only to find… nothing. No name, no picture, no trace of the woman who once stood beside him. Everything was wiped clean, as if she never existed.

They were both naked and the only reason her nudity wasn’t visible was because a blanket covered both their modesty. “Oh no. How could this happen?” She continued scrolling through the post until she reached the comments. She flinched at most them, bold rude and derogatory remarks about herself. What a whore, I’m very sure that she had slept with him in order to get something in return. Such a beauty wasted with that gold-digger mindset of hers. It's not a surprise why the young billionaire has never had a girlfriend. It must be tiring knowing that every girl around you only wanted your money.

My friends who had seen me with him had already found out the truth that I'd been dating a housekeeper. I had become a big joke. Humiliated at every turn. So I left Paris and came back to Beverly Hills to put myself together and figure out what next with my life. And that's when I'd seen it. A news article of a charity gala showing Richard Anderson the richest and most powerful billionaire tycoon in the country and his beautiful wife, Anna. Anna Whitmore. My old friend from high school. I'd stared at the photo in shock. I couldn't believe my eyes.

In the past, I could never dream about getting my hands on 50,000 dollars a month. It was my cue to lay on the charm. “I feel bad because you work so hard to earn your keep. I’ll be sure to spend wisely. True to my word, I spent every penny. The designer bag I’d been eyeing? I went ahead and bought it. The jewelry piece that caught my eye? Bought it. High-end skincare? Done. Meanwhile, Cassidy’s quest to bag a billionaire husband hadn’t been quite successful. Leveraging her looks and tactics, Cassidy befriended several rich heirs and tagged along to upscale venues.

"I practiced it for three days." Her laughter echoed through the quiet parking lot. "And?" "I forgot every word the moment I saw you." "So what did you say instead?" Alexander chuckled. "I asked if you had eaten." Amara burst into louder laughter. "That was your confession?" "I panicked." "You seriously need help." "I know." She shook her head, still laughing. "I can't believe I fell in love with such an awkward billionaire." He grinned. "And yet..." "You still said yes." The laughter slowly faded into comfortable silence.

"Second condition." I looked at him coldly. "I'm taking Jamie. You will never see him again. Child support -- five million dollars, lump sum." "Ella, don't push it!" Derek jabbed a finger at me. "Jamie is my son too!" "Perfect. Then I'll take Jamie straight to the Ashfords and let them know that their future son-in-law already has a child. Let them watch their daughter raise her fiance's secret kid before they've even walked down the aisle."

Julian read the headline: "EXCLUSIVE: THE BLACKOUT WEDDING. Sources confirm billionaire Adrian Whitmore and Arabella Ashford were officially married two days ago in an ultra-private, highly secured location in the Hudson Valley, completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate." The phone in Julian Vance’s hand felt suddenly hot and heavy as the bold text of the headline flashed like a physical blow. ...completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate.