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“I didn't come here to play games with you. I'm pregnant. With your child. That night between us. It was unforgettable to me.” He laughed at my words. He actually laughed at me. “Do you think I'm going to believe all of that? I don't even know your name. Forget about knowing your name. I don't even remember you; I don't even think I have set my eyes on you before except for right now.” “It's Vanessa Roothmoore.” “Vanessa, right. Listen to me carefully; I don't know what game you are playing, but this isn't the first time someone has tried to trap me. I'm married. And I love my wife so much.”

Columbia University business students crowded the auditorium. At forty-four, Aria's silver hair did nothing to dull her authority at the podium. Her presence commanded respect even now. "Chen-Hale Industries began with a mistake," she said. "I entered a marriage bureau to deliver my sister's documents and left married to a stranger—a billionaire who thought I trapped him and made my life hell." The students leaned forward, drawn in by her words. "For a month, I wanted to die. My accidental husband hated me. My family betrayed me. My sister set me up. I had no money, power, or options."

Entering the penthouse, Rachel's mother couldn't stop muttering in amazement at the luxury of the building, everything was so real that she began to cry and secretly burst into tears. “Mom, why are you crying?” Rachel asked in surprise. Rachel's mother waved her hand, “I'm fine, it's just…” she took a tissue from her bag and started to shrink her nose. “It's just that I can't believe my poor little daughter will marry a billionaire, what a joy for both of us! Don't get me wrong Nico, it's not that we're after your money or anything, we're just sincerely proud of our daughter…” Rachel's mother couldn't stop the tears from falling.

But tonight, amidst the glitz and glamour, I sensed an undercurrent of tension, an invisible threat lurking in the shadows. Unbeknownst to us, a rival billionaire, Charles Blackwood, vying for Alexander's power and wealth, had hatched a sinister plan. He had hired a seductive spy, Isabella, to infiltrate our lives, to seduce me and extract valuable information that could be used as leverage against Alexander. We were pawns in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and the stakes were higher than ever.

He smiled and held my hand that was lying on the table. “I’ve told you countless times that I’m not your wife, yet you still don’t believe me,” I whispered softly, staring at his hand that was clutching mine. Why the hell are you thumping so quickly, heart? Stop now because you’re about to leave. He laughed dryly before looking me in the eyes. “My wife… she does so many horrible things that the only thing I want for her is to rot in hell,” he said, shaking his head, “that’s why I’m looking for her so she can pay for it. It was unfortunate for your side because we mistook you for her. That night, my agent told me that Veronica was in that club and partying. We made a mistake, and I apologize

"That family is bad news. My life was ruined after I became friends with Richard and now that my daughter is associated with his son, she's in a gooddamn hospital." His wife sighed and returned to the stool. She knew convincing her husband to see things through her eyes was going to be a futile task. She could bet that the accident was an act that was bound to happen." She adjusted the covering around Eve and turned to her husband. "Its fate. I'll suggest we hold onto hope. Our daughter is going to be fine." He strode toward her and gave Eve a peck on the left cheek. Whether his wife was going to hold on to his narrative or not, he had a strong conviction that the Richards were bad news and

“I’m sorry for leaving you behind without even telling you what’s really happening…” “I won’t say that it’s fine, Aviena… I won’t say that it’s all fine… Don’t ever think that this is just your problem… Camillia is are daughter… and you’re my wife… Even when Camillia’s not born into this world yet, we’re already one… We’re already family… And your burden is also mine to carry… We’re husband and wife, to begin with…” he said. I was more guilty of my decisions because of what he said. I slowly close my eyes before looking at him.

Everyone was happy except the two of us. Lexus who was in front of me didn't speak. He doesn't want to, does he? Because come to think of it, how will our lives be? How can we live with each other? We don't even know each other very well. They both congratulated us. I just smiled. But somehow I felt relief that he was the one I would marry. At least our family knew each other. And…. Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

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.

After getting off on the wrong foot These two found friendship and love when they least expected. THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNEXPECTED BABY After his bride-to-be betrayed him with his best friend just before their wedding Ken was determined to have nothing to do with Vivian, now seven months later she was working as a cleaner in his house; the good news: she's carrying his child, the bad news: he was about to find out who his real enemies were NANNY TO THE BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER One mistake that will either make or break them.