Novel & Cerita Accidentally Yours Natalie

I smile, he really don't wanna get into trouble. I call her immediately and she answer "Honey, that's my personal assistant Gel Pierre" I notice how she let out a sigh. "Okay, thank you then" she said. "You're welcome wife, please be safe" napangiti ako. She end the call and I can stop myself from smiling "She text me to confirm her gut" what a clever woman. That's make me fall for her even more, she's very observable. Hannah P.O.V

Detective Carter placed her hand on his back and asked if he was alright. Athena declared, "Yeah, you're right. I still blame you for all of these disasters. You're the one who killed my baby! Everywhere I go, you're always there, bringing disasters into my life. You know, I once wanted to forget all the things you did to me and now I'll do my best not to forget it. And I'm gonna make you pay for the life you exchanged for money. So stop pretending to be nice, you're not a good actor." Athena paused for a moment to observe her situation, looking at their faces, "OH. it seems you made them believe you. But not me! "

To learn the truth, not just about him, but about the bizarre situation that had somehow turned me into his accidental wife. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and met his gaze. "Alright," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "Let's talk." The billionaire offered a curt nod, a flicker of something akin to respect flickering in his dark eyes. He gestured towards the study door. "After you, Mrs. Reynolds." As I stepped past him, a strange sense of anticipation settled over me. This wasn't just about clearing up a drunken mistake anymore. This was about unraveling the tangled web of secrets surrounding the billionaire, Project Nightingale, and the truth about our unlikely marriage.

Her carefully painted facade of sweetness masked the venom that bubbled underneath. She turned to a man standing beside her—a member of the production crew she had bribed earlier. “Everything is in place?” she whispered, her voice low and cold. “Yes, ma’am,” the man replied, avoiding her gaze. “Good,” Natalie said, her lips curling into a sinister smile. “Make sure it looks like an accident.” The man nodded and disappeared into the crowd. Natalie’s heart raced with anticipation, her mind filled with thoughts of Daisy falling from grace—both literally and figuratively.

But then, another message of hers popped on the screen of my phone and without thinking, I opened it. *The sexbot! I ordered one for you as an early birthday gift. The site said it'd be delivered today. Super realistic. Like, scary realistic. What do you think? I dropped my phone. WHAT. THE . ACTUAL. HELL ******************** A slow smile but a curious one, crept into my lips. It happened after a long thought.

“But it could’ve been.” She played the cassette. It was an old confession. A nurse from our high school days, speaking softly. “She used to sneak out at night. Said she had friends. One night she came in bleeding. Said it was a car accident. But it wasn’t. Someone said they saw her speeding past a red light. A girl was hit. No charges were filed. She used another name.” My chest tightened. "She paid someone off?" Granny nodded. “Or someone did it for her. But the truth stayed buried.”

I didn’t answer a single question. By the time I reached the car, my phone buzzed again—an unknown number. Against my better judgment, I answered. “Mr. Knight.” The voice was female, familiar. It took me a moment to place it. Celeste. I stopped walking. “You have a lot of nerve calling me.” “I just wanted to say congratulations,” she said sweetly. “Nathan’s arrest really makes for a good story. Shame about the company, though.” “What do you want?” I asked.

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.

She had started with relief, genuine and unguarded, the kind that came out as mild anger the way it often did with people who had been scared and were now safe enough to be annoyed about it. “Eleven days Daniel,” she had said. “Eleven days of nothing and then one email that says I promise and then silence again and then you call me like it’s a normal Tuesday.” “It’s a Wednesday,” Daniel had said. “I will hang up this phone.” “Nina.” “I’m serious.” “I know you are. I’m sorry. I’m okay. I just needed some time.”