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"She's now married, and her new family is a billionaire family, so why should she continue to work in our small company? Ace should take over the company, while She should begin to work for her new family and generate more opportunities to expand our company." "Now that you say it like that, it's quite convincing. However, I will need some time to think about it," he replied. He got off the bed and entered the bathroom to do his morning business. Martha sat on the bed with a smirk on her face, her plans were slowly perfecting. First, she has to make Rosaline leave the company to make room for her son, then she'd find ways to make her billionaire family kick her out. She didn't want to take a

He commanded. I nodded my head. “This is my ATM card,” he snapped, handing the branded card. “It has enough money therefore buy whatever would make the birthday party interesting.” He suggested, I stood for a minute before I left. We left the mansion together before he dropped me at one of the shopping malls. The moment I entered the whispers increased, their eyes was all over me. I fist my hands unto the card while my legs shivered. “Aren't you wife of that billionaire that almost lost his daughter because of your carelessness?” One of the elderly ladies asked. I closed my face to avoid their glare further, our news was already in the public.

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.

“Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.” I tried to stand up, anger flaring, but the billionaire put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down. “What are you trying to do?” he asked his wife, voice tight. She clapped her hands once. “Come in. Come in.” The door opened. Several staff members entered carrying a large silver tray covered with a black cloth. They placed it on the table and left without a word. The billionaire frowned. “What’s this?” The wife walked over, lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Ta-da! Surprise!”

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

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.

"Can he really do that? I mean, is it something easy you can solve with a text just from the house?” Adriel nodded. "Of course. He is the best in the business." “Besides, it is not much of a problem. My influence does the job fast.” Adriel's eyes shinned with mischief as he gazed at Emma. "Isn't that a great benefit of having such a handsome, sexy, billionaire husband?" he teased, his voice low and husky. Emma rolled her eyes, a playful smile spreading across her face. "Hey! Are you trying to praise yourself now?"

she whispered. Yes," I replied, pressing a forefinger on the letter. "I can already see that this is more than merely a family spat. There are hints here, a reference to covert meetings, double-talk that hints at money laundering and even accounts in offshore territories. I have handled cases about families who kept criminal activity inside financial empires. This is the same, maybe…a cover-up at the top.". Jane hunched forward over the table, her words a whisper. "I've always suspected that there was something more to the accident that they weren't letting me in on. That it wasn't an accident, but a cover for something."