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“Did you just marry the richest man in the country… by accident? How does that even happen?”

Delphinia sighed dramatically. “I know, I’m such an overachiever. But it’s easy, really. Step one: drink too much. Step two: find the perfect man. Step three: say ‘I do’ before he realizes I’m a walking disaster.”

“And the revenge?”

She raised her glass. “Served cold, with a diamond bigger than my ex’s ego.”

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After years trapped in a loveless, abusive marriage, Delphinia had one plan: leave her toxic past behind and never look back. But freedom isn’t as sweet as she’d hoped. With no family to turn to and no place to go, she crashes with her best friend…only to end up at a party where one too many drinks lead to one tiny (accidental) marriage to Evander Walton.

Handsome, rich, and absolutely off-limits, Evander is everything Delphinia thought she’d never have. And he has just one condition if she wants to break things off: she’ll have to pay him back…for the huge diamond ring she barely remembers accepting. Broke and in no position to negotiate, she’s got no choice but to play along with her accidental husband and the lavish life that comes with him.

Now she’s living in luxury, holding her head high, and plotting the sweetest revenge against the ex who tried to ruin her. Because if there’s one thing Delphinia knows, it’s that payback is best served in designer heels.

Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband

The scent of fresh chamomile and bergamot lingered in the air from the steaming teapot placed on the table between Helena and Lyvia. The clinking of porcelain was the only sound in the silence as Helena took a slow sip from her delicate teacup, her gaze fixed firmly on her daughter, who sat across from her.

Helena placed her cup down gently, the soft clink against the saucer masking the steel in her voice. "I'm glad to see you've finally come to your senses, Lyvia. It's about time you stopped locking yourself in your room like a sulking child."

Lyvia exhaled heavily and ran a hand through her loose, dark curls. She stared down at the untouched tea in front of her, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her skirt. "I just needed time," she muttered, unwilling to meet her mother's piercing gaze.

Shackled Dreams