Accidentally Yours Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ariana’s cheeks turned pink when she realized that they had been caught. THE END. I have released a new story titled "After Divorce, I Accidentally Married a Ruthless Billionaire." Please let me know your thoughts on it.

Dear reader, Thank you so much for purchasing and taking the time to read my book, ‘The Accidental Wife’ I truly hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I did writing it. If you loved this story and you want to know more about Shayla and Coles journey, be sure to check out the sequel, Love me Again.

His gloved fingers brushed against the skin of my neck and the cold leather made me shiver, but he just kept speaking in that calm, steady tone that made my blood turn to ice. "Accidents are such messy things, aren't they? People get hurt and legacies get tarnished, but the beauty of an accident is that the narrative is whatever the survivor says it is, and right now, Kai is a survivor who needs a story. You were supposed to write that story, Anya, not a tragedy of your own where you end up as a footnote in a police report."

"Calla—" "I'm not finished." I still didn't turn around. "I've spent months telling myself I was okay with it. With her ghost. With the great love story that came before me. With the fact that you planned a child with her—planned—and with me it was just... an accident. A happy accident, you said. But happy accidents are still accidents. Still unplanned. Still not the thing you actually wanted." My voice cracked, just slightly. I caught it, smoothed it over.

nothing. Her mind went black. When she woke up, she was in the hospital, her wrist bandaged, but her parents were there, lying to her. They told her it was just an accident, that she had hurt herself while playing with her toys. But that wasn’t the truth. The truth was much darker. The accident had happened because of her. She had been the one to lead Vince into the forest. If she hadn’t, if she hadn’t convinced him to follow her, his parents would still be alive.

“Well then, tell me.” I was about to say something, but my I stopped. Because where the heck was I exactly supposed to start? The accidental night I slept with her brother drunk? The interview, the contract, the family function, or the drama? “It’s definitely more complicated than I thought, not gonna lie.” Mia narrowed her eyes. “Oh, I’ve got to hear this.” She said and went to sit on the bed. “It’s not that good a story.” “I’ll be the judge of that.”

I spilled every single thing that happened five years ago. From how I accidentally ended up in Dante’s room, to how he had borderline blackmailed me to leave with him or he would take my sons. I let everything out in one very long, typo error-filled message. And when it was time to send my message to the whole world, my finger froze. It hovered over the send button and refused to touch it. ‘Who am I kidding? They’re not going to believe me.’ I cleared everything and exited the app. Who was going to believe a supposed gold digger and slut who supposedly stole a beloved celebrity’s fiancé that she loved?

THE END…Please note that this is only the end of Leo and Rue’s story and the beginning of Gianna and Grant’s story. NEXT BOOK: Accidentally Pregnant By My Step-Uncle

Escaping from being sold to a druglord by my own gumbling, drunkard father, felt like it was the end of my life, the betrayal was deep, but the last thing i imagined when i escaped to hide in Spain was Mitchell Matamoros. The most eligible, handsome, and richest man in town. The most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on. He's my boss, he's brutal, and he's a cold bastard who doesn't do love. The last thing i should have done was to fall in love with him because it almost ruined my life. Now, now i have to run & hide, but nobody runs from Mitchell Matamoros just like that.

He sat stiffly, his body tight, his hands resting flat on his knees. The room felt different now. “What is this?” Daniel asked, his voice sounding tight. “If this is about last night, I already said it was a mistake.” Tim leaned back a little, his face calm but his eyes focused. “That’s where you’re wrong.” Daniel frowned. “What?” “It wasn’t a mistake.” “Yes, it was,” Daniel said, his voice getting a little louder. “We don’t even know each other. I was drunk. I wasn’t thinking straight—”