All Chapters of Accidentally yours: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ethan said, “I’ve recorded everything, Mia. Every word.”The room fell into a heavy silence. Mia's smirk disappeared. Her playful gaze turned sharp—dangerous.“You really want to play it that way, Ethan?” she asked, her voice low and venomous.Ethan didn’t flinch. He kept his phone in his hand, thumb hovering near the send button. One click, and everything would be out—every secret.Mia slowly turned her head toward Kain. She didn’t need to speak again. One small nod was enough.Kain moved very fast, like a shadow, trying to grab the phone.Ethan’s heart kicked into overdrive. He stepped back, knocking over a chair. The phone almost slipped from his fingers. Kain’s boots barely made a sound on the floor.“You’re making a mistake,” Ethan said, his voice shaking just a little. “If you touch me, this recording goes out to everyone.”Mia laughed, cold and sharp. “You think I care about exposure? I built my life on lies. You think one truth will burn it down?”Ethan smirked. “I will do it.

Olive lay limp on the floor, her breath shallow, her limbs twitching from the pain. Her blood pooled beneath her, soaking into the cracked concrete like spilled wine. Above her, Mia crouched with a predator’s grin, her face twisted in sick delight.“Poor girl,” Mia cooed, tilting Olive’s chin up with the tip of a knife. “I warned you not to get involved.”A heavy silence fell—unnatural and still.Bang!The silence shattered.Mia barely turned before a blur of fury crashed into her. Raymond. His roar ripped through the warehouse like a storm, his body slamming into hers with a savage force that knocked the breath from her lungs.She stumbled back—but he was faster. His hand locked around her throat, hoisting her into the air like she weighed nothing.“Mia!” he snarled, his voice venom-laced and unrecognizable. “Touch her again—I dare you.”Mia struggled to break free, her eyes wide with fear. She tried to pull his arm away, but he held tight, his strength fueled by a deep-seated anger

The doctor who had just left Raymond, his mind still whirling from the revelations he’d heard, he had barely started a conversation with Raymond when a nurse came out of Olive ward, her voice was loud enough for anyone to hear“Doctor! It’s miss Olive—her condition has worsen!”His heart plummeted. Without thinking, he spun around and sprinted after the nurse, his white coat billowing behind him like a ghost. He burst into the ward just as a shrill, piercing alarm exploded from Olive’s monitor. The steady beep that had filled the room earlier was now a high-pitched flatline. Every second felt like an eternity.“Code Blue!” a nurse shouted, already pushing the crash cart toward Olive’s bed.“Clear the area! Move! Move!” the doctor ordered, snapping into action as his team swarmed around Olive’s fragile frame.Raymond stood outside the ward, his eyes glued to the scene through the narrow glass window of the half-glass door. His hands gripped his hair tightly, and he took a step back, sh

Raymond’s footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, too loud in the stillness. His mind felt fogged, clouded by the chaos of the operating room and the fear gnawing at him. He barely registered the click of his shoes as they hit the polished floor, each step a reminder that Olive was somewhere beyond his reach, fighting for her life.His hand found the wall, and he gripped it, trying to steady himself. The cool surface didn’t provide the comfort he was hoping for. It felt like nothing could.Behind him, the soft shuffle of another pair of footsteps made him pause. He didn’t have to turn around to know it was Daniel, his assistant. He could feel the weight of the man’s presence, the tension hanging between them. When the footsteps stopped, Raymond didn’t need to look. He already knew what was coming.“Sir,” Daniel’s voice broke through the silence, soft but heavy with concern. “How’s miss Olive?”Raymond’s chest tightened. He wanted to say something—anything—to reassure him, to reassure h

Not long after Raymond left the hospital for the dark room, Ethan was rushed in on a stretcher.“Make way! Gunshot victim!” one of the paramedics shouted as they pushed through the emergency entrance, the automatic doors flinging open with a hiss.The wheels of the stretcher rattled against the tiled floor as chaos erupted in the brightly lit ER.Ethan was barely conscious, his head tilted to the side as he mumbled something no one could hear.Blood soaked through the makeshift bandage wrapped around his leg—dark red and frightening.Ezra ran alongside the stretcher, gripping Ethan’s hand tightly. His other hand was clenched into a fist, knuckles white.“Please!” Ezra begged, looking at the nurse closest to him. “Please make sure my brother’s okay. He’s losing too much blood. He’s—he’s all I have!”“We need trauma!” someone shouted. “Page Dr. Hawkins now! We need a clamp on that artery before we lose him!”A flurry of motion followed. One nurse took Ethan’s vitals. Another unwrapped t