The Triple Life Of My Accidental Husband Dailymotion Novels & Stories

Gabe's voice screamed inside my ears, making me snap my eyes open immediately. "What the hell? what happened?" I groan, glaring at Gabe. I was really tired because of last night's clubbing event. "Look!" He replied, turning his phone screen towards my direction. My mouth drops open as I see a video of a girl grinding against a man inside a crowded club. This video was currently trending on celebrity news. And that girl was me! "Billionaire wife gone wild" The title read. "Holy shit- h-how???" I stutter.

Her voice was high and loud. “Yes!” I shouted back. “Girl, are you serious? Is this a joke? Are you fucking kidding me? You know I hate when you do that.” “No,” I said. “I’m serious. I’m his wife now.” “You didn’t even tell me! When did this happen? Wait—was that real? The video I saw online? That wedding ceremony in the Maldives some hours back? It is trending all over the internet, I thought it was fake or maybe you have a twin sister hidden somewhere you don't know but I knew the name looks the same as my friend.”

After I was rescued from the crocodile pit, I dragged my exhausted body back home. The shock I experienced today had already surpassed human limits. But when I returned home, I saw my beloved husband having a candlelight dinner with another woman. This candlelight dinner was something I had specially prepared after getting off work early that day. Emily took out her phone and snapped a photo of herself kissing Harry, then posted a celebratory message about reaching one million followers. Watching their affectionate display at that moment made me feel like I was the punchline of a joke.

ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE ( The proposal) Everyone awaited the arrival of Damien wilder. Ever since the death of his wife, Damien avoided the social media like a plague and due to this, his life wasn't showcased to the public. It was on few occasions, his pictures were leaked to the press. They had an important matter to discuss. They sat round a rectangular table, some of them had a wide smirk for the news that was yet to hit them and some of them had a blank expression.

Maybe you'll hear from them some other time. For now, it's about me and my family. I'm the girl who was born into a messy family, had a rough childhood and a hard teenage life, and then... One messy night, I met this man beside me, Victor Dubov. Our fate entangled, we grew closer, and we fell in love. We fought for each other, we fought the troubles in our lives together, we fought our fears, embraced our pasts, and moved on toward our future together. Now, we are here: my husband, our little baby, and me. A complete family—what more could I want from life? Nothing else. Life is full of love, happiness, and memories, both good and bad.

The day I caught my husband, McCoy, cheating, my postpartum depression took a turn for the worse. It was the 99th time I’d tried to swallow a bottle of pills. Our baby wailed hysterically in his stroller. My best friend, Raleigh, grabbed and desperately forced the pills out of my mouth. McCoy scooped me into his arms and rushed me to the ER, guilt written all over his face when he said, “Just make it through one more day, Moira. For each day you survive, write down one wish. “When you get better, I’ll make every one of them come true.” By the time I’d reached 1,000 wishes, the doctors were pleased enough with my progress to discharge me. Overjoyed, I went ahead home to surprise

A year later, India:- DANIEL's MILLER POV: I am in India for our next project with my brothers, Arjun, Neil, and Dave. I was on a video call with my wife, My fire, and my little son Chasey. I am missing them crazily. I love them so much. He is my lifeline. He is my W? world and I can do anything for my family and friends. After clearing her every doubt and opening my heart to her. She again accepted me wholeheartedly and I swear not to hurt her again. It's been three years of our marriage and I'm working each day like a newcomer in my marital life.

“And I mean everything, Maria. Don’t skip a single heartbeat.” Maria groaned dramatically and flopped beside me. “Do I have to?” “Do birds fly?” I shot back. “Yes, you absolutely have to. Spill the tea, pour the juice, uncork the wine...whatever you want to call it. Just spill it.” She let out a sigh and rubbed her temples. “Okay, okay. It started three days after that whole accusatory incident.” I gasped. “Three days? That’s like microwave-speed romance. Don’t tell me you caught feelings from a trauma bond.”

Slowly, I unlocked the screen, and everything… shattered. WHITMORE HEIR CAUGHT IN BRIDAL SCANDAL; EX-WIFE INTERRUPTS ENGAGEMENT SHOOT, TWIN BROTHER SCUFFLE; WAR OVER THE SAME WOMAN. WHO IS THE REAL FIANCÉ? My breath stills, and it becomes much harder to swallow. The glass of water slides from my hand until it clatters against the table, sending the liquid all over me and the rug. I barely realize when the vitamin in my hand lands on the floor. My fingers trembled as I tapped the first video.

But my fingers moved anyway. *Elowen + Adrian + cheating* Nothing. *Elowen + video* Still nothing. *Elowen + scandal* And there it was. The first result. Posted three days ago on some gossip site I'd never heard of. BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE CAUGHT IN LOVE TRIANGLE SCANDAL My hands started shaking but I clicked anyway. The page loaded. And there, embedded at the top of the article, was a video. The phone slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a crack. No. No. No. This can't be possible.