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Amara slowly turned to Alexander. “Is that true?” Alexander didn’t answer. But the storm in his eyes told her everything. And suddenly, Amara realized something terrifying. Alexander wasn’t just hiding pain from his past. He might be hiding a mystery. One that someone was now trying to uncover. Dear Readers,😊 Thank you so much for reading The Billionaire’s Accidental Bride. Your support truly means a lot to me. I hope you are enjoying Amara and Alexander’s journey as much as I enjoy writing it.

"But that one in the middle. That's Kelvin Conner." The name didn't mean anything to me. She must have seen the confusion on my face because she grabbed my shoulders. "Kelvin Conner," she repeated. "The billionaire. He owns half the buildings in this city. He's on the news all the time. He's literally the richest man in New York." I looked back at the group to try to see which one she meant. The man in the middle was tall with brown hair combed to the side, gray eyes that looked at the club like he owned it. I guess he probably could buy it if he wanted to.

What scared me was that finally I was about to meet him. My husband. Kaif's POV, "The beautiful bride is here." The host announced as I sat on the stage. A few girls began throwing rose petals on the ground and she arrived. Dressed in a long golden lehenga, I won't deny though, she looked quite a beauty but her face was down so I couldn't see clearly. As if I wanted to! So this is that slut huh? How many men did she sleep with till now? Yet she gets a chance to marry a multinational billionaire. Lucky bitch.

Are you alright?” The young woman quickly bent down to help the elderly lady who had fallen to the ground after being shoved aside by one of the bodyguards. In front of the grand cathedral, a luxurious bridal car had just arrived. The moment the car door opened, chaos erupted. Camera flashes exploded from every direction as reporters rushed forward, desperate to capture the first glimpse of the bride of the Wedding of the Year. Today, the mysterious heiress of the powerful Sutherland Group, the wealthiest family in the country, was finally getting married.

I folded it carefully, sliding it deep inside the pocket of my overcoat. I looked down at him. He was broken, trembling, and utterly dismantled, his head resting against his chest as he wept silent, agonizing tears of pain and defeat. I had the signature. I had the confession. But as I looked at his ruined face, the calculating side of my brain was still tracking the missing puzzle piece. He was a billionaire. He ran a massive global motorsport division. He had risked his entire career, his reputation, and his physical health to fly across the Atlantic and play husband to a woman he had never seen before.

"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."

The stranger who was somehow going to make all her pain disappear. And it begins.... Raya Bridges stood in the midst of the large crowd completely frozen with a dinner tray in her hand. She was unsure of what to do or say. What was supposed to be just another day at work had gone very unexpectedly. “My dear, please consider my offer, marry my son Raphael.” Fredrick Renolds said again. “Uhm… Uhm… I… I” Raya stuttered. The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law.

“That’s his blind spot. You’ll need to understand him, Vivian. How he works. How he hides.” ‎ ‎I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms. “You’re suggesting an infiltration.” ‎ ‎“I’m suggesting observation,” she says, though her tone says otherwise. “You’re good with people. Use that.” ‎ ‎“Charlotte, he’s a billionaire surrounded by bodyguards and lawyers. How do you expect me to just waltz into his life?” ‎ ‎Her smile sharpens. “You’ll find a way. You always do.” ‎ ‎For a moment, the room feels smaller. The noise of the office seeps back in—phones ringing, footsteps rushing down the hall—but it feels distant, like I’m underwater. I glance again at the photo. Damon Vale’s eyes seem to look r

Lowering his voice, he whispered, "It's actually a fake, borrowed it from a friend." She nodded and pulled back, her face flushing. "Yeah, uh, it looks real," she said, pulling her hand from his arm and stepping away. He was happy his little lie had worked-otherwise, how would he explain wearing a brooch worth two million when he was trying to pass off as poor? But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y