All Chapters of Accidentally Married to a Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sienna's POV The lounge was dimly lit, amber lights casted a warm glow over polished wood tables and low velvet chairs. Soft jazz hummed in the background. And the scent of expensive cologne and aged whiskey lingered in the air.I sat at a table near the window. My hands have been clasped together for the past ten minutes and every time the door opens, my eyes move in that direction.Ever since I ran into Julian at that event two nights ago, I haven’t slept properly. And finding out that he's Eric's cousin made it worse.The day Eric made me breakfast, later that night, I slowly slipped out of bed and reached for his phone on the nightstand. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure it would wake him. Sneaking around him like that felt so wrong but so did living with unanswered questions.I unlocked his phone, my fingers trembled slightly as I searched for Julian's phone number. I copied it quickly into my phone and saved it, then carefully placed Eric’s phone back on the nightstand

Eric's POVI just sat there and listened as my wife told me she used to love my cousin. The room fell quiet after she finished speaking.I leaned back slowly in my seat, dragging a hand over my face.“I should’ve told you that night when I saw him again,” she said quickly. “I was just surprised seeing him again after all these years and then finding out he's your cousin was a whole lot for me to process.”“You met him today?” I asked calmly.She nodded. “At a private lounge downtown. I just needed to speak with him and at least get closure.”“What did he say?” I asked, looking at her.“He didn't tell me why he left abruptly,” she said. “He just kept saying it was to protect me. That there were things happening in his life that didn’t mix with someone like me.”My jaw clenched.“What things?” I asked.“He wouldn’t say,” she said. “There’s more, Eric.”“What else did he say?”Her fingers twisted together in her lap. “He said he was watching over me even after he left.”“What do you mean

Sienna's POV I woke up with a strange heaviness in my body. My limbs felt slower than usual, like I had slept under water instead of silk sheets. I stayed still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to my own breathing.I turned slightly and found Eric’s side of the bed empty. I could hear the faint sound of movement downstairs and the smell of coffee was so strong.He was cooking.A small smile tugged at my lips despite the nausea swirling faintly in my stomach.I pushed myself upright slowly, the room tilted for just a second before steadying. I'm probably feeling this way due to stress and the crazy events that have happened these last few days.I slipped out of bed and wrapped myself in one of Eric’s oversized shirts. It swallowed me whole, the fabric was warm and carried his scent. I walked downstairs to the kitchen.The sight that greeted me made my heart melt.The morning light poured through the glass windows, shining on the marble countertops. Eric stood by the cou

Sienna's POVThe car slowed to a stop beneath the hotel’s sweeping entrance canopy. The Corinthia stood before us like an architectural masterpiece. Warm golden lights illuminated the entrance, tall arched windows glowed under the evening sky. Uniformed doormen stood poised, and polished marble steps led into a lobby visible through towering glass doors.Eric stepped out first and turned immediately, offering his hand.“Mrs. Macmillan,” he said softly, a smile playing on his lips.I placed my hand in his, smiling widely.The moment we entered, I stopped walking entirely.The lobby was breathtaking.Crystal chandeliers cascaded from impossibly high ceilings like frozen waterfalls of light. Italian marble floors reflected soft golden hues, and fresh floral arrangements—white orchids and blush roses—perfumed the air subtly. A live pianist played near the lounge area, the gentle and sweet melody wrapped around the space like silk.It felt like stepping into another world.Eric leaned clos

Sienna's POV “A transplant?” I repeated with raised brows.“Yes,” Dr. Hayes said gently. “His heart is no longer capable of sustaining long-term function. Without transplantation, his condition will continue to deteriorate.”Jessica stared at him. “How long does he have?”“It’s difficult to give an exact timeline. It could be weeks or possibly months, with aggressive management. But the progression is unpredictable.”My Mom's legs almost gave out, and Eric instinctively reached out, helping her sit in a nearby chair.“Oh my God,” she whispered.I couldn't move, I stared at my father like I was just seeing him for the first time.“What happens next?” Eric asked.Dr. Hayes nodded slightly.“We’ll begin the evaluation process immediately,” he said. “He will need to be placed on the national transplant waiting list. That involves compatibility testing, organ matching criteria, and ongoing monitoring while we support his heart function with medication and possibly mechanical assistance if