Accidentally Yours Story Novels & Stories

Right there and then as his sex-hazed eyes bore into mine, I was reminded of the brutal fact that now resided in my chest, weighing me down like a slab of lead. I had stupidly fallen in love with him, the mafia boss, who was my accidental husband. Swallowing the bitter lump in my throat, I whispered, “Me too.” + THE NEXT MORNING Waking up, I found myself lying naked and alone beneath the grey silk bedsheet of Caruso’s king-sized bed. The instant I remembered that I had broken my abstinence streak, a heavy lump formed in my throat, as I suddenly felt a weight around my neck. Right.

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.

"You actually did, girl, I'm happy for you. No wonder you didn't pick up and here I was thinking something bad happened to you" "And I just told you I didn't I had some challenges" I said picking up the menu again "Sure the challenge was some hot, tall male that's also good in bed?" "Shut up" I snapped covering my blushing face with the menu while she laughed leaning into her seat "So tell me everything" "There's nothing to tell" "What do you mean there's nothing to tell? There has to be something to tell you know, how you met, and how you ended in his bed and was he... You know"

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.”

Then he offered his hand for a handshake, “I’m sorry to meet you this way.” Bruce accepted his hands, “I know. I’m sorry for your loss.” Suddenly, Magnus walked towards Meredith’s photo and they all followed, “You know, I remembered, when I found out that Agatha was in a mutual understanding with an ordinary boy,” he looked at Jude and chuckled, “I sent her back to Italy right away.” he said looking at Anna’s picture. As he continues to share a story, the Smiths and the Riggs are quietly listening to him.

I sat there for a long moment, the folder on the bed between us, Robbie's betrayal still fresh, Patricia's firing still fresh, every wall I'd spent months building suddenly feeling exhausting to maintain. "There was an accident," I said finally. "Years ago." Rosa went still. "What kind of accident?" "A car accident. Johansson was involved." I pressed both hands against my face, the words coming slower than I wanted, each one costing something. "She was driving. I was the passenger. She was drunk." "Daniel—"

Am standing in the middle of the road but it felt like the middle of nowhere, but it's the road back home, just a few feet away from the road that leads to Martha's house. Am stuck with tears on my eyes cause I jut received the biggest news of the century "He have agreed to date me" that's what Martha told me before we went our separate ways. I can't still figure out why I feel bad about it, making it more frustrating. The devil is still at practice. I came home by God grace

Her breath came in shallow gasps, and her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. Her mind spiraled, replaying the moment over and over—the accident. The screech of tires, the jarring impact, the sickening crunch of metal against metal. She had caused it. She had been careless, distracted, and now someone was lying in a hospital bed because of her. But not just anyone—Kaye. Kaye, Knight’s fiancée. The realization hit Aki like a punch to the gut, and a wave of nausea swept through her. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head violently, as if denying the truth could make it go away. “No, no, no…”

I would like to know why he suddenly asked me to create a story! He didn't even orient me! I close my eyes, and then suddenly, some idea pops up in my mind. I smile brightly and start to type the story. Our first meeting inspires the story that I will present to him. I'll make it a very angsty one, and he will be the leading guy then dies in the end. It's a story about the hero and heroine falling in love together when they first meet inside the elevator after an accidental kiss. But, unfortunately, the guy didn't know that the girl he met was a part of a mafia clan and one of the candidates to be the mafia boss's mate.

” I whispered, in addition. “What are you talking about?” “The story.” I replied him. “Remember the story I told you of the jury in the sea?” “Yeah... the issue with your foster parents. I didn’t want to talk about it, because I figured you didn’t want to. What about it, baby?” “Everything is becoming clear.” I smirked. I was beginning to like the fact that I hit my head. Perhaps, the accident set my head in the right place. ------------------------------------- [In the Woods]