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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 soft murmur of voices filled the bright meeting room as Lydia sat at the head of the long glass table. The air smelled faintly of fresh coffee and designer perfume. Papers rustled as her team discussed the latest campaign, their voices blending together in a seamless flow of updates and ideas.

Lydia leaned back in her chair, a faint smile playing on her lips as she listened. She looked flawless as always—long hair tied in a sleek low ponytail, her makeup subtle yet enhancing every feature. Today, she had chosen a cream silk blouse tucked into tailored black pants, exuding effortless elegance.

"And the next shoot will be on Friday," one of the assistants finished, flipping the page of their notebook. "We'll need your final approval on the concept by tomorrow, Miss Morgan."

Lydia's dark lashes fluttered as she blinked back into focus. "Mhm, sounds good. Make sure everything is ready by then."

Fading Illusions