Novel & Cerita Beautiful Accident Movie

he said gently, “I’m sure he just got caught up in something important. He’ll come.” Always the excuses for the past two days. I gave him a small smile. Fake. So fake it hurts. “Yeah,” I murmured, reaching for my phone. “Probably.” I opened the screen. There it was. The headline. Catherine Monroe Involved in Minor Accident — Billionaire Alexander Donovan Seen Rushing to Her Side And there was the picture. Alex. Holding her hand. Carrying her into the damn hospital like some knight in shining armor. My fingers trembled.

I hugged him tightly as I sobbed loudly, “I could have died.” “Blair, I hope you are okay?” Ace asked as he checked my body for any sign of injury. I tried my best to stop crying but the tears came running back when my eyes landed on Ace's hand. Ace's hands were badly cut and were bleeding, “I'm sorry, you are hurt because of me.” seeing his hands like this because of me made my own heart bleed. I was still crying over Ace's hand when I saw the Uber driver enter the same car that made me lose concentration earlier. I let go of Ace's hand, “Ace, how did you come to know I was here?”

"Don't touch anything. Don't call anyone. This will all be over soon." I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Annalise was still on the floor where I'd left her, cradling her ankle and sobbing dramatically. Derek stood over her like a guardian, his expression somewhere between concerned and amused. "She tried to grab her phone," he reported. "I may have accidentally kicked it down the stairs." "Accidentally," I repeated. "Very accidentally. It just sort of flew out of my hand when she lunged at me." I smiled despite everything. This man. This ridiculous, wonderful man who'd appeared in my life less than forty-eight hours ago and had already become essential.

“Dozens injured.” My blood froze in my veins. I knew exactly which accident she was talking about. Every channel ran the footage for weeks. She was there that night and I had never known. Selene Hale, the thunderstorm that had shook me out of my prejudiced life, brought me into the sharp brightness. My stomach churned.

"I know that's not enough. I know I should have told you sooner. But Bella, everything I feel for you is real. The way I feel about Raina is real. That hasn't changed." Her finger hovered over the elevator button. The elevator doors opened. She stepped inside. "Bella…" "Goodbye, Adrian." The doors closed on his devastated expression. Arabella slumped against the elevator wall, letting the tears fall freely now. The descent felt endless, each floor a reminder of how far she was falling. The service entrance opened to a narrow alley. Margot's car idled near the dumpsters, engine running. Her assistant jumped out, opening the back door. "Ms. Ashford"

“Think about it. You’ve always had a thing for Evan Blackman. You told me about it more times than I can count—how you’d go breathless just seeing him in a magazine, how you felt like melting whenever he looked your way. So… why did you walk out on him?” I didn’t answer immediately. I couldn’t. My eyes dropped to my fingers, fidgeting with the hem of Maria’s throw pillow. A thick silence hung between us until I finally let out a long, shaky sigh and looked up to meet her gaze. Maria didn’t waver. She leaned forward slightly, her voice softer now. “Katie, if there’s anything I know for sure, it’s that sometimes the universe throws us a bone in the middle of chaos. You lost your family, your m

A blonde haired lady said into her recorder before bringing it close to my mouth. “I feel great about it?” I said curtly. Then there came another lady stretching her hand enough just so her recorder could near my mouth. “We learned it's a contract marriage, please, could you tell us if the terms are any stringent?” I held my breathe and swallowed a lump. “I would rather not disclose that to the public.” “How does it feel to become an accidental billionaire?” A voice trailed over, and with that I wound up the glass and drove by. We remained silent throughout the rest of our drive until we arrived at Beatrice's office. I pulled up in the parking lot and killed the car engine. “We are 10 minute

I loved meeting with that accident, as the consequ ences of the accident were so beautiful. The end. .

Frankie offered me a glass of water, and I accepted it, grateful for his concern. “What happened?” “She was in an accident a few streets away. Somebody hit her and crashed her beetle completely. An ambulance took her to the emergency room to check for internal bleeding and head injuries. Though she swore she was fine. I was on my way here when I saw the commotion and recognized her car.” The overwhelming need to see her and make sure she was OK surged through my veins, and I reached for my phone to call the taxi. But instead of a dial screen, I faced yet another message from the same unknown number.

“We’ve identified the bodies. One is your father, Zane Sullivan, another is a driver, and the third is a maid. The accident was entirely the other driver’s fault. Her name is Tabitha Moore, and she's currently undergoing emergency treatment. It seems she’s a celebrity.” Penny glimpsed a charred hand peeking out from under a white sheet. Holding a hand over her mouth, she felt as though her ability to speak had been snatched away. “Ms. Sullivan, since the driver responsible for the accident is still undergoing treatment, all further proceedings will be discussed once she stabilizes.” Penny nearly fainted. She did not dare to lift the sheet. After being helped to a seat, she vomited repeatedly