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“I never spent a dime from your debt, you both lost it gambling always…” Another slap landed on Astrid's face and this came from none other than her dad, Josh.

“You ungrateful brat, it's only the request I am pleading for,” Josh let out and then a sardonic smile escaped her lips.

She wiped the tears from her face and now stood from the ground.

“I am not going to get married to a man old enough to be my father.” she declared firmly this time not avoiding eye contact with her dad that much.

“What?” Josh's voice countered.

“Why for once can't you love me?” She cried out her hands moving to her chest as she tried to hold in her tears.

Josh moved closer to her, lifting her by her chin roughly, “Then do this one favor for me and save us from losing everything I have ever worked for,” His voice was a bit calm but stern, one could tell he didn't care about Astrid.

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Astrid Daniels who is hated by everyone and is known as the faso of family is forced to get married to the man arranged by her father to protect his company from plummeting and also help in paying his debt.

She refused but then was told by her dad that he would help pay for her mum’s surgery if she was doing his wish.

Since she was a high school drop she couldn't get a good job to pay for her mum's surgery so she needed to agree to her dad’s proposal.

On the day of her wedding ceremony with the older man, things turn around when she goes into the wrong hall and gets married to one of the richest men in their city and also her crush.

 What fate do you think awaits her?

Accidental Marriage With Mr Billioniare

Maren sauntered into Miles' office, her slender figure draped in a silky nightgown and a matching robe that hugged her curves in all the right places.

The dim lighting in the room danced across her face, bringing out the exhaustion etched on her face. She had gotten back from work a few hours ago, but Miles wasn't in the room, she tried sleeping without him but it was working.

She cradled a glass of wine in her hand, the crystal reflecting the soft glow of the desk lamp.

As she approached Miles, who was engrossed in his laptop, his gaze drifted up, and his eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her.

For a moment, he forgot about the work in front of him, his mind consumed by the vision of loveliness before him.

"I told you not to dress like this with men around," he said without a happy face.

Maren rolled her eyes and plopped down beside him, her hip brushing against his as she dropped her wine on the desk.

MAREN & MILES