Accidentally Married to a Billionaire
Sienna Jones only wanted a one week escape in Miami but woke up one morning legally married to a stranger who happens to be Eric Macmillan, a British Billionaire heir.
Before Sienna can process the disaster she accidentally signed up for, the internet has crowned her the mystery wife of a billionaire.
Now, stuck navigating lawyers, paparazzi, angry parents, and a marriage they never meant to happen, can Sienna and Eric keep things civil until they quietly annul it?
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Chapter 6
Eric's POV
The moment the car doors slammed shut, the noise outside became muted. My chest was still tight, adrenaline buzzed under my skin.
How the hell did the paparazzi know we'll be landing in New York today?
Sienna looked a bit pale and was breathing in and out too quickly.
I leaned towards her. "Are you alright?"
She blinked, swallowed, then nodded. "Yeah." She said, trying to catch her breath.
For a moment, I wanted to pull her into my arms and just hold her until the tremor left her shoulders.
Connor merged into traffic like the road belonged to him, one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting his earpiece. "Well, that was bloody mad," he muttered, shaking his head.
I narrowed my eyes. "Connor, what the hell are you doing in New York?"
He gave me a short, clipped shrug in the rearview mirror. "Work, obviously. Your father sent me to handle a meeting with the Paterson Group. I was at the arrivals hall waiting for their rep to come in, but then the bloke messaged that his flight was delayed in Washington." He snorted softly. "So I thought I'd grab a coffee, maybe enjoy five minutes of peace before dealing with corporate nonsense."
He slowed at a red light and turned his head slightly toward us.
"And then I see half the bloody airport crowding the entrance like Taylor Swift was about to step out."
Sienna let out a small, nervous laugh.
Connor continued, "I overheard someone say, 'The British billionaire's landing with his new bride!"
He shot me a pointed look.
"And before you ask," Connor continued, "yes, I saw the viral video."
Beside me, Sienna stiffened.
I glared back. "It's not like that."
"Mm-hm," Connor hummed, far too entertained. "Anyway, I rushed outside and lo and behold, there you were, looking like a deer in headlights with pap lenses shoved up your nose."
I swallowed before asking the next question.
"Did my parents see the video too?"
Connor frowned. "I'm not sure, actually. I haven't had a single call from either of them today."
That's strange. My father calls the second anything disrupts the family image and my mother, even faster.
Before I could overthink it, Connor spoke again, his tone suddenly softer.
"They're worried about you, you know. Everyone back home has been trying to reach you since you left." He raised a brow. "But someone blocked every bloody person connected to the Macmillan estate."
I didn't reply and refused to look at Sienna although I could feel the curiosity rolling off of her in waves from the way she was looking at me.
Connor glanced at Sienna through the rear-view mirror, his voice smooth. "Right, I should probably introduce myself before I go whisking you around New York like some mad chauffeur," he said with a polite smile.
"I'm Connor Davies, Eric's personal assistant, professional chaos-manager, and apparently your unofficial getaway driver for the day. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Macmillan.
I rolled my eyes.
Sienna gave a small smile. "It's nice to meet you too, Connor. You can call me Sienna."
Connor gave a small nod.
"Anyway," he added, eyes flicking back to me, "I'm glad I spotted the two of you before the vultures outside did anything worse." He paused. "Sienna, are you absolutely alright? You looked ready to faint back there."
"I'm okay. Thank you for helping."
"My pleasure, ma'am." Then with a small grin, he added "And if I may say, you handled that chaos far better than some of Mr. Macmillan's previous acquaintances."
Sienna blinked. "What do you mean?"
I shot him a warning glare. "Connor."
"I'm only complimenting her, sir." He wiggled his eyebrows. "She's remarkably composed."
Sienna bit her lip, trying to hide her smile.
Connor said, "So then, how did you meet, if I'm allowed that question at least? You two were all over the tabloids this morning. I assumed you'd gone full bachelor-mode, but turns out you went and got married rather swiftly."
"It's a long story," I answered.
"That's what you say when the story is either incredibly romantic or incredibly disastrous," Connor muttered mostly to himself. "Judging by the paparazzi death match back there, I'm leaning toward both."
I scrubbed a hand over my face.
Sienna muttered something inaudible under her breath and stared out the window, watching the city blur past. Her hands folded on her lap.
Staring at her, I felt something similar to butterflies dancing in my belly. I've never had this instant connection with any woman before.
Connor cleared his throat gently, breaking me out of my Sienna–induced trance. "Well... consider yourselves rescued from the fire, I suppose. Where are we going next?"
Sienna straightened a little beside me. "Um...my place," she said quietly. "Thirty-two Madison Avenue, Brooklyn."
Connor nodded. "Brooklyn it is." He tapped the address into the GPS. "Hold tight. I'll get you there in one piece."
He switched lanes, his voice softening only slightly as he said, "For what it's worth, you two looked genuinely good together out there. Even under all that madness."
Sienna tensed a little.
I didn't say anything but deep down, I believed so too.
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7.2
I thought I was just marrying a middle-class commercial pilot who proposed to me in a Brooklyn cemetery to fulfill his grandmother's bizarre dying wish.
But when an arrogant pilot tried to harass me at the airport, my "ordinary" husband suddenly appeared, his eyes like chips of ice.
"Take your hand off my wife."
With that single cold command, he had the airline's top executives groveling and the man practically fired on the spot.
Everyone called him "Mr. Chandler." He handed me an exclusive black Centurion card, claiming it was just a standard "manager's perk." His retired parents, who supposedly ran a small business, visited me wearing Patek Philippe watches. I ignored all the glaring red flags, foolishly believing I had just lucked into a stable, caring marriage after a lifetime of disappointments.
Yet, despite his constant, suffocating generosity, he kept a physical wall between us. After a kiss so desperate and hungry it felt like he had been starving for it his entire life, he violently pushed me away.
"We should take this slow."
I couldn't understand why a man who looked at me with such intense, possessive devotion would treat our marriage like a sterile business deal. Why was he orchestrating every perfect detail of my life while refusing to even share a bed with me?
I had no idea that the man sleeping in the guest room wasn't a pilot at all. He was Harmon Chandler, the ruthless billionaire emperor of the Chandler Group. And he had been secretly monitoring my every move for ten years.
9.7
[{EXCERPT}]
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
Alana froze.
Roman's gaze dragged slowly over her body, dark and deliberate.
"The contract explicitly states that you are not allowed to seduce me," he said calmly. "You did read it... didn't you?"
Confusion flickered across her face.
Then his eyes dropped again.
"You do realize," he added, voice lowering, "that you're half naked right now?"
Alana's breath caught as she looked down at herself.
.......
After escaping the suffocating grip of her abusive family, Alana believes she's finally free. But freedom comes at a price.
Roman Ashford is everything she should avoid. A cunning billionaire. New York's most eligible bachelor. A man whose name alone unsettles the entire business world.
One unexpected encounter pulls her into his orbit, binding her to him in a dangerous arrangement as his fake girlfriend for thirty-one days.
But just as she begins to find her footing, her past comes back to choke her.
To secure the inheritance her late father left behind before her mother claims it, Alana has only one option.
She needs a husband, and fast.
With time running out, she makes a reckless decision and turns to the one man she should never trust.
Will Roman accept her proposal...
or will stepping into his world be her utter ruin?
8.4
A single night with her powerful CEO changes Olivia Carter's life forever.
What begins as a reckless mistake turns into an unexpected pregnancy-and a shocking proposal. Instead of walking away, billionaire CEO Alexander Kane offers Olivia a contract, one designed to protect his empire and secure an heir.
As boundaries blur and emotions deepen, Olivia must survive office politics, public scrutiny, and a man who controls everything except his heart.
In a world where love is negotiated on paper, can a contract lead to something real or will it cost them everything?
7.8
She lost everything that day;
Her three years of marriage,
Her best friend's trust,
And her two weeks old baby.
...
"I want a divorce. I'm not in this marriage anymore." His voice dropped, as he moved closer.
'Divorce?' My world tilted.
"Yes, my lawyer will send you the papers to sign."
"No," I whispered, broken. "You can't be serious. Don't tell me you believed that lying bitch? This can't be happening. Not now. How could you bring this up today? We just buried my Papa a few hours ago, Lucian!" My voice was barely a whisper, alien even to my own ears, like my whole world was just, falling apart right there and then.
...
The price of Lyra Jones's love was everything.
She sacrificed her burgeoning career to become a devoted full-time housewife, only for her three-years marriage to Lucian White Jr. to explode in spectacular fashion.
On the very day of her father's funeral, a betrayal of shattering cruelty occurred: her childhood best friend, Aryan, delivered a fatal lie that cost Lyra her husband, her reputation, and tragically, her week-old pregnancy. Abandoned and utterly broken, Lyra fled.
Now she is back. Five years have passed, and Lyra has claimed her crown as the multibillion dollar CEO and Heiress of the Jones corporation.
She didn't return for closure; she returned for retribution. And she will not rest until Lucian is stripped of his empire and Aryan is exposed to the world.
They thought they buried the wife. Now, can they survive the CEO?
Start reading now to witness the most ruthless corporate revenge of the year.
7.9
Cora Foster was a brilliant archaeologist, but a jagged burn scar across her face made the world treat her like a contagious monster.
During an elite excavation of a Gilded Age crypt, touching an ancient artifact triggered a terrifying memory. She remembered being Seraphina Beaumont, a socialite brutally buried alive by her vain, cruel sister, Isolde.
When the team pried open the crypt's pristine mahogany casket, they cheered, believing the mummified corpse inside was Seraphina. But Cora recognized the onyx hairpin and the angular jawline. It was Isolde. The sister who had stolen her life, mocked her agony, and left her to suffocate in the dark. Her colleagues scoffed at her forensic proof, dismissing her as a scarred, delusional liability.
Worse, the ruthless billionaire funding the expedition, Julian Montgomery, was the spitting image of Alistair—the man Seraphina had deeply loved. Why was Julian staring at her ruined face with such intense, inexplicable recognition? And why did Isolde take Seraphina's most precious silver ring to the grave?
Driven by a century of agonizing grief, Cora secretly pried the tarnished ring from the mummy's stiff, dead fingers and dropped it into her pocket.
"What are you looking at, Foster?"
Julian's deep voice vibrated inches from her ear, his cold, predatory eyes locked directly onto her half-open pocket.
8.2
The $50 million lawsuit notice on my phone screen was a violent, pulsing red. My father’s corporate espionage had finally caught up to us, and he was ready to throw me to the wolves to save his own skin.
To survive, I signed a contract marriage with the predator himself—Alaric Hunter, the very man currently dismantling my family’s legacy.
But the moment we left City Hall, my father turned into a monster. He called the hospital and canceled the private care for my dying mother, moving her to a miserable state ward just to break my spirit for "disobeying" him.
"I will find the money," I hissed, even as my throat threatened to close from the paralyzing stress.
"You’ll come crawling back when that monster dumps you!" my father roared, leaving me standing in the rain with nothing but a battered suitcase.
My ex-boyfriend, the man who actually falsified the documents that framed me, mocked me from his Ferrari, while Alaric’s own business rivals planted hidden cameras in our new penthouse to watch our every move. I was a legal shield, a corporate asset, and a target all at once.
I didn't understand why Alaric was suddenly paying my mother’s medical bills in secret or why he looked at me with such chilling intensity. Was I just a tool for his voting shares, or was he the only person in this city who actually wanted me safe?
I looked at the files Alaric left on the marble counter, filled with evidence against everyone who had ever hurt me. I was done being the victim of a hostile takeover; it was time to show them what happens when a Hunter’s wife decides to start hunting.