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All Chapters of The Accidental Fiancée: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

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Chapter One.

Nelly“It’s official. No one in this house loves me,” I announced, letting my voice carry through the apartment.A chorus of responses echoed from different rooms. “How?”I rolled my eyes, smirking at the synchronized concern. “Because I’m still jobless! How is that not total chaos? And I can’t go back to that creepy part-time gig.”“Trust me, no one wants to see you here every day either,” Liam called out from the far end of the hallway. His room was the farthest from mine, but his sarcasm cut through the distance with ease. “I’m using every connection I have to pull some strings for you, princess.”I sighed, flopping back into the plush couch, staring up at the ceiling. “No thanks, but if there’s a way to sell my degree on eBay, I’m all for it.”Steve’s voice chimed in, always ready with unsolicited advice. “And that’s why you all should’ve chosen a useful ma—”Before he could finish, a collective shout echoed through the house.“Shut up, Steve!”The united force of our voices sent

Chapter Two

The Accidental Fiancée/Nihun

Aiden "Thank you, Mr. Aiden, for gracing this occasion. The students loved it—it’s a dream come true for most of them," the Dean of Student Affairs said, stretching out his hand with a wide grin.I shook his hand, my gaze straying momentarily to the small crowd of students gathered nearby. Even while trying to stay discreet, they couldn’t hide their excitement—some were blowing kisses, others snapping pictures from every angle they could find.It was almost funny to be here now, considering how tedious the last two hours had felt while I gave a speech I hadn't exactly been thrilled to deliver.I managed a polite smile as I shook the dean’s hand, noticing out of the corner of my eye a young photographer—maybe a student intern—trying to capture the moment. He was practically contorting himself, adjusting his camera over and over, looking for the perfect shot of me and the dean. The poor guy had been at it for hours, and judging by his furrowed brow, he still wasn’t satisfied.The dean

Chapter Three

The Accidental Fiancée/Nihun

Nelly“Babe, just know you’re welcome back home anytime if things get rough over there. No pressure.” Danielle’s voice crackled over the line, sounding distant and warm.Liam’s voice broke in sharply before I could respond. “Stop acting like she lost someone,” he scoffed so loudly that I had to hold the phone away from my ear.“Oh, shut up!” Danielle shot back, laughing. “Ignore him, he’s way too excited about you moving out.”“She’s got a job now, get used to it,” Liam cut in again, followed by the sound of something clattering to the floor. “And trust me—I made sure he’s not coming back here.”A laugh burst out of me, uncontainable. “Wait, did you throw out his little Celtic trinket box?”“I did.”“Come on, the guy’s trying to start a fantasy YouTube channel,” I said, catching my breath between giggles.Danielle chuckled. “And he knows better than to butt into my conversations now.”“Is Steve home?”“Not yet,” she replied. “He’ll be more shocked that you took this job than that you

Chapter Four

The Accidental Fiancée/Nihun

Aiden“You shouldn’t act like you’re doing me a favor, Aiden!” Ms. Victoria’s voice blasted through the phone, making the speaker crackle with the sharpness of her anger. I winced, feeling the irritation settle into my half-asleep haze. Rolling over, I placed the phone on speaker and set it down on the bedside table, groaning internally.“Okay,” I muttered, barely awake, my voice sluggish with the remnants of sleep.Rubbing my eyes, I caught a glimpse of the clock. 7:50 a.m. Too early for this. I leaned back, resting my head against the headboard, and fought to shake off the drowsiness clouding my mind. But her voice clawed through the quiet of my room, the words sharp and cutting.“I really hoped you’d turn out better than your father.”A familiar, bitter feeling twisted in my stomach. I exhaled, feeling the sting behind my eyes—not from fatigue anymore but from a buried frustration I hadn’t wanted to touch this morning. “You didn’t exactly work toward that goal,” I replied, knowing