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Title: unexpectedly your's 

Seven years ago, Mia Carter made the biggest mistake of her life, falling into the arms of a mysterious stranger after a night of heartbreak. What she didn’t know was that the man she made an unforgettable mistake with was Adrian Sinclair, heir to the powerful Sinclair empire. When that single night leaves Mia pregnant, she vanishes without a trace, determined to build a new life for herself and her son, Liam.

Now, fate drags her back into the storm.

Under a new identity, Mia finds herself working as the assistant to the formidable Eleanor Sinclair, Adrian’s calculating grandmother, who quickly grows fond of both Mia and her son. But Eleanor's kindness hides a dangerous truth, she knows exactly who Mia is… and the secret she's been keeping.

When Adrian returns to the company, he’s drawn to the quiet assistant and her son in ways he can’t explain. The more time he spends around them, the more familiar Liam seems — his habits, his expressions — until a devastating truth unravels before him.

Liam is his son.

As Adrian confronts the betrayal, Eleanor schemes to erase Mia and Liam from Adrian’s life — pushing him toward a loveless engagement with a woman of "status." But Adrian refuses to lose Mia again. With their love reigniting and their son caught in the crossfire, they must fight against secrets, lies, and the weight of the Sinclair legacy.

But just when it seems they might find their way back to each other, a shocking accusation from Mia’s former best friend threatens to destroy everything — leading to an explosive ending that will leave hearts broken and fates uncertain.

Because some secrets refuse to stay buried… and some love stories are far from over.

unexpectedly your's

One drink led to another, then a cab ride back to his hotel. The night was a blur of kisses that tasted like tequila and whispered names that neither of them bothered to remember.

She didn't know that one night would change everything.

Mia woke up to the unfamiliar weight of silk sheets against her skin and the distant hum of city traffic. For a fleeting moment, caught between sleep and reality, she thought she was in her own bed — until the crisp scent of expensive cologne and the sight of a tailored jacket draped over a chair shattered the illusion.

The events of the night before hit her like a crashing wave — the bar, the stranger, the kiss that silenced her heartbreak, and the desperate way she clung to him as if he could erase the betrayal she had just endured.

Mia sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. The hotel room was elegant, too elegant — floor-to-ceiling windows, marble floors, and a watch that looked more expensive than her entire apartment resting on the nightstand.

He stood near the window, shirtless, the early morning light casting shadows across his toned back. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and when he turned, those stormy blue eyes locked onto hers — the same eyes that had undressed her with a single glance the night before.

"Good morning," he said, his voice a smooth rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Mia's throat was dry. "Morning."

For a long, unbearable moment, neither of them spoke.

He broke the silence first. "So… are you the type to sneak out or stay for breakfast?" His lips curled into a lazy, almost teasing smile, but there was a flicker of something else in his expression — curiosity, maybe even concern.

Mia blinked, caught off guard by the question. Was she a sneak-out type? She didn't even know. Last night hadn't been her — it was the broken version of her, the one reeling from betrayal and grasping at anything to numb the pain.

"I— I should go," she stammered, tightening the sheet around her. "This… this wasn't me."

He studied her for a second, then nodded slowly. "People do things they normally wouldn't when they're hurting."

Her heart skipped a beat. Had she been that obvious?

She grabbed her dress from the floor, her cheeks burning, and tried not to notice the way his gaze followed her every move. When she finally turned to leave, his voice stopped her.

"At least tell me your name," he said softly.

She hesitated. Last night was supposed to be a blur, a reckless escape. Telling him her name felt too real — too permanent.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I'm Adrian."

She didn't ask for his last name. She didn't want to know.

And as she slipped out of the hotel room, heart racing and mind spinning, she had no idea that "Adrian" was the heir to the company she had always dreamed of working with — and that this wasn't the last time their paths would cross.

Chapter Two: The Morning After