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Chapter 8 Cookies and Confessions img
Chapter 9 A Storm img
Chapter 10 The One Who Left img
Chapter 11 CEO Of My Life img
Chapter 12 Dinner With The Wolves img
Chapter 13 The Deal of a Lifetime img
Chapter 14 The Unknown CEO img
Chapter 15 Boundaries img
Chapter 16 Ghosts of the Past img
Chapter 17 Ocean Blue eyes img
Chapter 18 The Engagement img
Chapter 19 The mystery woman img
Chapter 20 Why is she after him img
Chapter 21 Don't come to my wedding img
Chapter 22 I'm already married img
Chapter 23 He Said No Sex img
Chapter 24 What it cost being Mrs.Wndsor img
Chapter 25 The Altar of Duty img
Chapter 26 I could be wrong img
Chapter 27 The sky is the limit img
Chapter 28 The Invisible Bride img
Chapter 29 I want to know the stranger who got her pregnant img
Chapter 30 The French Pursuit img
Chapter 31 Forgetting the ghost wife img
Chapter 32 The Confession img
Chapter 33 The Paper Bride img
Chapter 34 The Digital Footprint img
Chapter 35 Where is your ring img
Chapter 36 The Kitchen Table img
Chapter 37 Did you spend time with my husband img
Chapter 38 The Mother's Gambit img
Chapter 39 Chloe the model img
Chapter 40 The Performance of a Lifetime img
Chapter 41 My dick doesn't even perk img
Chapter 42 Blacked out Visor img
Chapter 43 She came Second img
Chapter 44 I just kissed my sister's husband img
Chapter 45 Tell me to stop img
Chapter 46 Turned on by a woman who shouldn't img
Chapter 47 Dinner with the Godmother img
Chapter 48 He's hunting you img
Chapter 49 The Ghost of the Track img
Chapter 50 I'm not done with our conversation from Vegas img
Chapter 51 Digital Ashes and Glass Walls img
Chapter 52 The Quiet Realization img
Chapter 53 The Meeting Trap img
Chapter 54 The Performance img
Chapter 55 Since when do I answer to you img
Chapter 56 Stop trying img
Chapter 57 The Gala trap img
Chapter 58 That was a hell of a dive into the river, Katia img
Chapter 59 late night meeting img
Chapter 60 The morning after the bridge img
Chapter 61 9 AM Sharp img
Chapter 62 I'm fine img
Chapter 63 The Godmother img
Chapter 64 A Wife in Name img
Chapter 65 Martha's Game img
Chapter 66 Blind date img
Chapter 67 The Invisible Shield Launch img
Chapter 68 Catwoman Rides Again img
Chapter 69 Zane Knows Too Much img
Chapter 70 Sunday Trap Part Two img
Chapter 71 The Grandmother Summons img
Chapter 72 Aiden Asks About the Ring img
Chapter 73 Dubai Is Calling img
Chapter 74 IG Goes Global img
Chapter 75 What Delia Found img
Chapter 76 Sparring Partners img
Chapter 77 Mother's New Weapon img
Chapter 78 The Windsor Table img
Chapter 79 Gail Connects a Dot img
Chapter 80 The Seraphina Distraction img
Chapter 81 Aiden and Julian Meet Officially img
Chapter 82 Julian Meets Aiden (His Version) img
Chapter 83 The Question img
Chapter 84 She Can't Sleep img
Chapter 85 David Breaks Ranks img
Chapter 86 The Catwoman Fan Club img
Chapter 87 You Picked the Wrong Woman img
Chapter 88 Delivered img
Chapter 89 She Has Lawyers img
Chapter 90 Milked dick and sucked pussy img
Chapter 91 What Gail Knows img
Chapter 92 Pressure from Above img
Chapter 93 You don't look at me the same way img
Chapter 94 Martha's Kitchen img
Chapter 95 The Morning Call img
Chapter 96 Wheels Up img
Chapter 97 Dubai Arrival img
Chapter 98 First Night in Dubai img
Chapter 99 The Windsor Invitation img
Chapter 100 The Desert img
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My Accidental Billionaire husband

Author: Favor V April
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Chapter 1 The Arrangement

Katia

I woke up to the sound of people singing badly.

"Happy birthday to you..." I blinked hard against the sunlight filtering through the curtains, my brain slow to reboot. The voices were getting louder, and for a second, I thought I was dreaming. A really weird, off-key dream.

"Happy birthday, dear Katia..."

My bedroom door flung open. I sat up so fast the blanket tangled around my legs like a trap. My vision adjusted just in time to see a small parade entering my room, Delia leading the way with a cupcake on a tray, Dad trailing behind her holding a phone like he was filming a hostage video, and then, my mother, smiling. I nearly choked because my mom has never smiled at me.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," she said; her voice was smooth and artificial, like she'd sprayed it with perfume before letting it out of her mouth.

I stared at her like she'd grown a second head. Because here's the thing: Martha didn't do birthdays. Not mine, anyway. Delia got birthdays. Princess themes, balloons, new dresses, and a chorus of relatives pretending they liked each other. I got awkward silences and last-minute gas station cards. I once got a vacuum cleaner. I was twelve.

So this? This felt like a setup.

"Um... thanks?" I said, my voice rough from sleep and suspicion.

Delia plopped the tray down in my lap like she was presenting a peace offering. "I made the cupcake myself," she said sweetly, which meant the maid probably did it while Delia supervised with a glass of wine.

I looked down at it. Vanilla with white frosting and one lonely candle jammed in the center like a warning flare.

"Blow it out," my dad said cheerfully, but his eyes were doing that thing they always did when he was nervous, darting around like they were looking for an exit.

I narrowed my eyes. "Okay, seriously. What's going on?"

My mom gave a soft laugh, as if I was being silly for having the correct instincts. She sat down on the edge of the bed, smoothing the comforter like she'd ever touched it before.

"You're twenty now," she said gently. "That's a very important age."

"Cool," I said, unimpressed. "Should I be bracing for a tax seminar or something?"

Delia giggled. Dad coughed.

Mom kept going, undeterred. "You're a woman now, Katia. And your father and I have something very exciting and important to tell you."

There it was. The sting in the frosting. The trap under the ribbon.

I sat up straighter. "Okay..."

She looked at me like she was about to hand me a tiara. "You've been chosen to marry Julian Windsor."

The room didn't go quiet; it went hollow.

For a second, I couldn't even process the words. I stared at her, waiting for a punchline, a camera crew, or something.

"Who?" I asked, even though I'd heard her perfectly.

"Julian Windsor," she repeated, like I was the dumb one. "The Windsor heir. Their family has been interested in an alliance for years. You were betrothed when you were sixteen."

I blinked. "What?!"

Dad gave me a sheepish look. "We didn't want to overwhelm you at the time."

"At the time? You mean when I was sixteen?!"

Mom's smile never wavered. "It was a strategic match. His family is very private. Very powerful. This is a good thing, Katia. You're incredibly lucky."

Lucky?

Like this was some kind of prize.

Like I should've been jumping up and down because I was the golden ticket in a billionaire breeding lottery.

"I've never even met him," I said, still struggling to wrap my head around the casual horror of what she'd just dropped on me like it was a brunch topic.

"Neither has Delia," she replied smoothly. "But if things had gone differently, she would've married him instead. You should be grateful it's you."

"Wow," I muttered. "How generous of you, Mother."

Delia leaned against the bedpost, swirling her hair around her finger. "He's supposed to be really handsome. And rich. Like... rich rich. The Windsors own, like, everything. Casinos. Oil. Maybe a spaceship? I don't know. They're super secretive."

"Oh great," I snapped. "So I'm marrying a ghost with a trust fund, and you know this how?"

My mom's eyes hardened, just for a second. "Don't be dramatic. He's real. And they chose you. That should mean something."

"No," I said. "What means something is that you waited four years to tell me I was promised to a complete stranger like this is a medieval auction."

My dad cleared his throat. "We thought we'd wait until the Windsors reached out. And... they have."

I stared at him. "You mean this is happening now?"

"They've arranged to meet in a few weeks," my mother said. "There will be dinner. Formalities. You'll get to know each other before the engagement becomes public."

Public? Right. Because this wasn't a relationship. It was a press release waiting to happen.

"I can't believe this," I said, my voice flat. "You didn't even ask me."

"You don't ask about opportunities like this," she said firmly. "You accept them."

That was her tone now. The mask was slipping. She wasn't the smiling mother with a cupcake anymore. She was the CEO of this family, and I was a failed acquisition being forced into a merger.

I got out of bed, shoving the tray off my lap. The cupcake toppled sideways, the candle smearing frosting across the blanket like a smear of white lies.

"I need air," I said.

Mom stood up. "Katia, don't be ridiculous-"

"No. I need to think. I'm going to Vegas."

That caught her off guard. "Vegas?"

"Just a weekend," I lied. "To clear my head. You want me to marry a stranger? Fine. But let me have one moment of freedom first."

She looked like she wanted to argue, but Dad touched her arm. "Let her go. She'll come around."

I watched the silent war play out in her expression. In the end, control won. Because she thought she already had it.

"Fine," she said, that awful smile returning. "Go. Take some time. But don't forget what's waiting when you come back."

I didn't answer.

I was already packing the second the door closed.

They thought they were giving me space. What they didn't know was that I wasn't going to Vegas for air. I was going for speed.

            
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