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I Accidentally Married a Billionaire

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**✧･ﾟ: 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟐 – 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅...?! :･ﾟ✧

-•°💍 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐎𝐕 💍°•-

A pounding headache. A dry throat. A strange warmth beside me.

I groaned, forcing my eyes open.

Soft silk sheets, a grand chandelier, and the lingering scent of something expensive. Where the hell am I?

And then I noticed it—the weight on my hand.

My breath hitched. A ring. A sparkling, diamond ring sitting snugly on my finger.

No. No. No.

I sat up so fast that the covers slipped off me, revealing an oversized shirt draping over my body—a man's shirt.

Before I could process that horrifying detail, a deep, groggy voice made me freeze.

"Good morning, Mrs. Husband-forgetter."

Slowly, dreadfully, I turned my head.

And there he was.

The man from last night.

Shirtless. Tousled hair. Muscular arms folded behind his head as he smirked at me from the other side of the bed.

"Mrs."... What the hell does he mean by—"

My gaze snapped to the nightstand. A marriage certificate sat there.

With my name. And his.

I WAS MARRIED?!

-•°🔥 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 🔥°•-

I expected her to panic. To scream. Maybe even throw something at me.

Instead, she just sat there, staring at the marriage certificate like it had personally ruined her life.

"Tell me this is a joke," she whispered.

I stretched lazily, enjoying her reaction.

"Not a joke, sweetheart. You said ‘I do’ in front of a priest last night. You even kissed me—twice."

Her eyes widened in horror.

"I— I wouldn’t—"

I smirked.

"You did."

"WHY would I do that?!"

"Because you were drunk, adorable, and absolutely irresistible."

Her face turned an interesting shade of red.

"T-this isn’t legal. I— I didn’t consent properly!"

"Sweetheart," I leaned in, voice low, "you signed the papers yourself. And in case you forgot—" I lifted her left hand, brushing my thumb over the ring "—you belong to me now."

Her breath hitched, and for a second, I saw something flicker in her eyes.

Fear? Curiosity?

I didn’t care.

She was mine now.

And I had no intention of letting her go.

—•✧ Her POV ✧•—

I took a deep breath, strategizing.

If I couldn’t run, I had to make him hate me.

I turned to him with the most bratty, annoying expression I could muster.

"Listen, Mr. Billionaire Mafia Whatever—"

"Liam Drakos," he corrected, unfazed.

I ignored him. "—I don’t wake up before noon. I spend an unhealthy amount of money on things I don’t need. I take long showers and I have an emotional support credit card that requires weekly maxing out."

I crossed my arms, smirking. Let’s see how long he lasts.

But instead of looking horrified, Liam smiled.

Not just a smile—a full-on, breathtaking, heart-stopping grin.

"Perfect." His voice was smooth and confident. "I’ll wake you up with breakfast in bed, hire a personal shopper and a second water heater."

I blinked.

What the actual hell?!

Alright. Plan B.

I took a step closer, narrowing my eyes. "I throw tantrums. Like, full-on, stomping my feet, throwing things, and screaming until I get my way."

Liam tilted his head, amused. "Adorable. I’d love to see you try."

I clenched my jaw. Okay. Fine. He wanted war? He’d get war.

"I’m high maintenance. I demand daily foot massages, weekly vacations to Paris, and a dedicated closet for my jewelry."

"Done." He stepped closer. "Though I’d rather massage you somewhere else."

My face heated. Nope. Focus.

"I cry over fictional characters and expect my husband to suffer through every romance novel I read."

"I’ll read them out loud to you."

Jail. Immediately.

"I’ll bring stray animals home—"

"We’ll build a shelter."

WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM?!

I refused to be defeated.

Liam was too perfect, too patient, too… everything.

But I wasn’t giving up.

I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up. "Just so you know, I never exercise. Not even a little."

Liam’s gaze slowly dragged over me, and a lazy smirk curled his lips. ""So you’re telling me you stay effortlessly perfect? Sounds like a win to me.Besides, less time at the gym just means more time in my arms."

My face heated.

No. No distractions.

"I hog the blankets. And the bed. I sleep like a starfish, and I will push you off if you try to take my space."

"I don’t mind. I’ll just pull you on top of me instead."

I choked.

He did not just say that so casually.

I gritted my teeth. "I am dramatic, over-the-top, and I cry when my favorite fictional characters die."

Liam leaned in, whispering against my ear, "Then I’ll be right there to wipe your tears, sweetheart."

Oh my God.

I was losing.

"I can’t cook, but I eat like a monster. If I don’t get my food, I become an actual demon."

Liam laughed, actually laughed, and it was dangerously attractive.