Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband Novels & Stories

"I told you I didn't." "It's just that the timing is so suspicious." She tilted her head, voice carrying further now, drawing more eyes from nearby clusters of guests. "Jilted at the altar one week, married to a billionaire the next. Pregnant within a month." Her eyes dropped briefly to my stomach. "Almost like you had a plan." "I didn't plan any of this." "Of course not." Her tone made it clear she believed the opposite entirely. "Forgive me if I find it hard to believe a stranger from nowhere just happened to land herself a fortune through pure accident."

said the man in the suit. I swallowed hard, the tears I had been holding back threatening to spill. My lips parted, words caught somewhere between gratitude and fear. “He’s my ex-husband,” I whispered, the words scraping raw against my tongue. The man’s jaw flexed, the only sign of tension on his otherwise polished exterior. His gaze flicked briefly toward Luke, then returned to me, unwavering. “Ex-husband or not… he has no place here. Not if he makes you feel like this.”

I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself. Jessica’s texts started popping up one after the other: Jess: SIS WHAT IS THIS??? Jess: You MARRIED a billionaire?? Jess: Who is he?? What’s going on?? Answer meeeee!! Jess: Mom is gonna hyperventilate. Jess: ARE YOU OKAY?? Jess: HELLO??? I suddenly felt dizzy. I didn't even know which message to respond to first. There were a lot of tags on my I*******m too. The wedding I thought was fake is actually real, and now the whole freaking world knows about it. My face was almost on every blog — mystery woman, unknown bride, Miami wife. And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortu

I scrolled through the comments, my vision blurring with envy. “The mystery girl of the decade is back. Who is the child?!” “Is it a boy or a girl? We need answers!” “Six years of silence, and she comes back as a pilot with an heir. Icon behavior.” “Who could the father be? Whoever he is, he’s clearly hiding a masterpiece.” “I’ve never followed anyone so fast. The world needs to know who that little hand belongs to.” I threw the phone across the silk duvet, a scream of frustration finally breaking through my throat. I had just "married" the richest man on the planet, and yet my sister, the one who was supposed to be a stain on our name, was the one the world was worshiping.

But he had seen something no one else did—potential. At the time, it was a gamble. But when the government announced a new highway project, the value of the land skyrocketed. His once “worthless” property became the heart of his business empire. Billions poured in. Success was loud and clear. But with great success came danger. Months later, Raymond was in a terrible car accident. The memory still haunted him—the screech of tires, the smell of burning rubber, the feel of shattered glass against his skin. His ex-fiancée, Sophia, hadn’t survived.

I and chase had been together for over 3 years now, I first met him during a girls trip to Miami in my finals, where he also went to for a work conference. We did bump into each other a lot first was at the hotel diner, I was going to have late breakfast alone since the girls already had theirs and I woke up pretty late that day and didn't meet up, I ordered for the diners signature special beef turkey hams which were only served once a week and I knew I wasn't going to be around the next week, i really wanted to have those but they were out of it for the day I was whining about it and a guy sitting on the table beside mine offered to share his with me, at that moment I thought he was the mo

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.”

I don't really care what she says but I know that doing this is for the future of my kids and no matter what I wouldn't do something that will jeopardize it . I saw Lena's face ,that look ,I knew that she was tired but yet we still had to wait . I didn't know how long we have been standing there but after awhile I decided to pick up my phone and scroll through all that was happening and the first thing I saw the moment I logged into my I*******m made my heart stop . "World richest man and our ladies sweetheart in a deadly accidentally" I didn't want to think that it was who I was thinking but scrolling down wards I knew that I wasn't seeing things ,it was definitely him

Turns out being rich and lonely felt worse than being broke and busy. At least one thing had changed. I was glowing. Good food, zero stress, and expensive skincare had done their work, and even I had to admit I looked better. Out of curiosity one afternoon, I searched his name. Alexander Blackwood.Turns out my fake husband owned half the world, industries, fashion companies, a media channel, a model agency, a multi billion dollar empire. Funny how I had to find out about my own husband from the internet, given I hadn't seen him once since arriving. He left before I woke up and came back after I was already asleep.

Designed for emergencies no one ever planned to have. “You should not be here,” I said. “Neither should you,” he replied pleasantly. “Married woman. Busy life. Important husband.” The word husband landed like a blow. “You should thank me,” he continued. “I have been very restrained.” My stomach twisted violently. “You hurt my father.” His smile did not fade. “That was an accident,” he said mildly. “Public park. Stray ball. Terrible luck.” I stared at him, my breath coming shallow and fast. “You paid someone.”