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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

Evander stepped into the grand foyer of his mansion, his strong arms cradling Delphinia like a bride. The woman in his arms was dead weight, her head resting against his chest, strands of her soft hair brushing against his chin. Her eyes were shut, lips slightly parted as soft breaths escaped her mouth. The faint scent of alcohol still clung to her, mixing with the delicate fragrance of her floral perfume.

He was fully aware of the curious gazes following him— from the maids to the security guards stationed by the entrance. The night was well into its depths, casting long shadows on the marble floors, but the staff had seen enough to know better than to question their master's late-night return.

Only one dared to step forward.

"Mr. Walton?" Sienna, the head maid, greeted politely, her brows knit together in surprise and confusion. Her eyes flickered from him to the woman in his arms. "Is everything alright, sir?"

Drunken Vows