Semua Bab Accidentally Married to a Billionaire : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sienna's POV Waking up in this hotel room next to Eric felt like déjà vu. I suddenly remembered waking up in his hotel room in Miami and realizing we were legally married. Back then, the feeling was panic and disbelief but this time, it was different.I turned my head slightly, studying him. Sunlight filtered through the half–drawn curtains, painting his features in soft gold. His lashes rested against his cheekbones, his lips were slightly parted, and one arm was thrown loosely around my waist.A smile tugged at my lips.If someone had told me weeks ago that I'd be this happy waking up beside Eric Macmillan after that morning in Miami, I would have laughed them out of the room. But what started as a joke, something just for fun, now feels like a fairytale.I shifted carefully, trying not to wake him, but his arm tightened around me, pulling me closer. I laughed as his chin dipped toward the top of my head, his body responding before his mind fully caught up.“Mmm,” he murmured sleep

Sienna's POVAfter Connor left, Eric said he wanted to talk to me so we came upstairs to my room.He stood by the window, his back to me, as he stared out at the garden. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, outlining his blonde hair in gold.“We’re leaving for London tomorrow,” he said suddenly.“Tomorrow?” I echoed, my voice a fraction higher than normal. “As in…tomorrow tomorrow?”He turned to face me, his expression softening when he saw my reaction. He crossed the room in three long strides and took my hands in his.“I know it’s sudden,” he said gently. “I didn’t plan for it to be this fast.”“Why so soon?” I asked quietly.He exhaled, slowly rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. “The board of directors think I’m unfit to take over as CEO,” he continued, his jaw tightening. “They’re using our wedding as proof that I’m reckless. That I make emotional decisions.”My chest constricted.“And my father…” His voice dropped. “He collapsed yesterday. He’s in the hospital, the docto

Eric's POV My mother sat on a cream–colored chaise lounge at the far end of the living room, her legs crossed elegantly, a porcelain teacup lifted delicately to her lips. A fashion magazine laid open on her laps.The moment she heard my voice, her gaze turned to me and then Sienna. She slowly lowered the teacup onto its saucer, the faint clink slicing through the room. She closed the magazine and carefully placed it beside her.Her gaze met mine again. “So,” she said, her voice clipped. “You’ve finally come to your senses and decided to come home.”I let out a slow breath through my nose.“It’s good to see you too, Mother.”If my sarcasm landed, she didn’t acknowledge it.Her eyes then moved to Sienna again.I felt Sienna’s fingers tighten ever so slightly around mine. Her posture straightened as if bracing herself. My mother didn’t bother hiding her scrutiny. She looked Sienna up and down with a single, measured sweep, as though appraising an object whose value she already doubted.

Eric's POV “I’m pregnant.”I stared at Megan, certain I had misheard her.“What?” I said hoarsely. “What are you talking about?”She looked almost offended by my confusion, her manicured hands resting lightly on her stomach as if to stake a claim. “Don’t pretend, Eric. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”I shook my head slowly. “No. I don’t.”She sighed, rolling her eyes slightly, then leaned closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “That night in your quarters, just a few days before you left London. Does it ring a bell?”My eyes widened.Oh shit!*****(FLASH BACK)3 WEEKS AGOThe argument with my parents still rang in my ears as I slammed the door behind me. The walls felt like they were closing in on me. My father’s voice was calm when he said; “It’s either you do as we say, marry Megan Sinclair or you cease to be a Macmillan.”As if a name was all I was.I drove without direction, tightening my grip on the steering wheel in anger. The city lights blurred as I pas

Sienna's POV I folded another dress and placed it carefully into my suitcase.We are moving out of this place.That was the good news Eric had tried to tell me in the garden yesterday before Megan appeared like a ghost and ruined the moment.He bought a penthouse for us, far away from his parents who have made it clear I wasn’t wanted.When he told me, I almost cried with relief.“This way,” he had said softly, brushing his thumb along my jaw, “no one gets to make you feel small again.”Right now, he's at the hospital with Megan to be sure she's telling the truth about being pregnant.If she's really pregnant, it could cause a major shift in our marriage. A baby isn’t something we could pack away in a suitcase and leave behind.I exhaled shakily and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my hands. “I can do this,” I whispered to the empty room.I stood again and moved to the wardrobe, pulling out one of Eric’s shirts. I pressed it briefly to my chest before folding it and placing it