Accidentally His

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1138 | Released on: 02/09/2026

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ly. "The partners on the call. T

t leave mine. "Gi

line for tomorrow's signing

the security head retreated without further argument,

luster of guests still whispering behind raised phones, his hand light

tly what you know about how tonight happened," he said.

fort to steady it. "My aunt asked me to help with the guest

r au

rlier surfacing with new, horrifying clarity. "Before the blackout, I saw her near the east staircase. Talking to a

sharpened. "What

d official. Stamped, maybe. I couldn't

our identification suddenl

panic threading through my voice again. "I have my own

. "Convincing enough to fool my own security team under pressure, timed exactly to a blackout that conveniently di

he room had spent the last ten minutes calling me by a s

hat could they possibly gain from makin

front of two hundred witnesses and a room full of international investors currently

t happe

omething calculating and unreadab

circling for any excuse to back out of this deal, and hope whoever orchestrated tonight doesn't simply try again with more success next time." He paused.

ou," I said, disbelief coloring my voice. "To a

learly has resources and reach I don't yet understand, and mine, because that deal doesn't simply fund my next projec

d yet, weighing the terrifying strangeness of his proposal against the very r

"Tell him something's happened, before he se

say to anyone right now, including him. If someone inside your own fa

on sent ice

berately," I said. "Not simply s

right before a convenient blackout, then fails to correct a very public case of mistaken identi

his conclusion settling uncomfortably into

appearing at the edge of our conversation, his expression tight

t, something almost like an apology f

porarily, while I sort out the truth. Or I correct this now, a

firm he'd spent thirty years building hanging by threads Samira had made very clear she control

asting strange and heavy i

aybe, or simple satisfaction at securing exact

embling the composed, confident billionaire the cameras expected to see. "I promis

letting him lead me back into a room full of strangers who now beli

mpse of Samira watching the entire scene unfold with an expressi

is" actually was, my aunt had w

bsolutely n

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“Layla Bellini never wanted a billionaire's name. She wanted to save her father's company, keep her head down, and disappear back into her own life by morning. One blackout ruined all of it. "I'm not her," she told him, staring at a man the entire room believed she was about to marry. "Whoever you think I am, you have the wrong woman." Zayd Marchetti didn't care. He needed the marriage to stand, at least until his billion-dollar deal was signed, and he made that clear in front of every camera in the room before Layla could say otherwise. "Then we'll fix it after the deal is done," he said, like it was that simple. Like her entire life hadn't just been rearranged for his convenience. It should have stayed simple. A temporary marriage, a business arrangement, nothing more. Instead, Layla found herself reshaping his empty mansion into something like a home, drawn into his most ambitious project, and slowly, infuriatingly, falling for the one man she never chose. "You were never supposed to matter," he told her one night, his voice rougher than she'd ever heard it. "I don't know how to fix that anymore." But the mix-up that trapped them together was never an accident, and Layla is the one who has to unravel it, before the truth costs her the company, the family, and the man she wasn't supposed to fall in love with at all. The world thinks she's the wrong bride. Layla intends to prove exactly how wrong they are.”