All Chapters of Accidentally Married to my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~SophiaThe morning sunlight filtered through the large bay windows, casting a golden glow on the lavish dressing room. I sat in the center of it all, perched on a plush chair draped in silk, while a team of professionals buzzed around me like diligent bees. My wedding dress, an exquisite masterpiece of lace and pearls, hung nearby, its shimmering fabric almost outshining the glimmering chandelier overhead. “Hold still, Miss Sophia,” the makeup artist, Yvette, said as she delicately swept a brush over my cheekbones. “I am holding still,” I retorted, glancing at my phone and dialing Caroline for the fifth time that morning. “Caroline,” I barked the moment she picked up. “Tell me everything's in order.” “Most of it is,” she replied, her voice slightly strained. “The guests are arriving, the seating arrangements are finalized, but there’s still a small hiccup with the cake—” “What hiccup?” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at the reflection of Yvette, who winced as she continued ble

~NathanielThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, its golden rays dancing across the bed. I stretched, feeling a satisfying ache in my muscles from the night before. The wedding had been a whirlwind of emotions, dancing, drinking, and celebrating. But what topped it all was the fact that I was now married to Sophia—the love of my life. I glanced over at her, her bare shoulders peeking out from beneath the blanket, her hair cascading in messy waves over the pillow. She looked peaceful, like an angel. I smiled to myself, my chest swelling with happiness. I couldn’t believe she was mine. Quietly, I slid out of bed, careful not to wake her. I needed to make this morning special for the newest Mrs. James. “Alright, Nathaniel,” I muttered under my breath as I padded toward the bathroom. “Time to show your wife that chivalry isn’t dead.” After brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face to shake off the lingering grogginess, I grabbed my phone from the nightsta

~SophiaThe morning sunlight poured in through the wide glass windows of James Enterprises, illuminating the pristine white marble floors and gleaming metal accents that decorated the office space. I stepped out of the elevator onto the executive floor, the soft hum of productivity filling the air. My heels clicked against the floor, each sound a reminder of the new chapter I was stepping into. Today was my first day as Head of Marketing, and my nerves were a jumbled mess of excitement and fear. Nathaniel’s faith in me felt overwhelming at times. Did I deserve this? Would I be able to prove him right? These thoughts had swirled in my mind since last night, but now, standing here, I forced myself to push them aside. I clutched my briefcase tightly, walking toward the office that Nathaniel had personally shown me two days ago. The gold plaque on the door glinted in the sunlight, reading: Sophia James, Head of Marketing. I stopped for a moment, just staring at it. My name. My title.

~SophiaI woke up early, the morning light streaming through the curtains, painting our bedroom in soft hues. Nathaniel stirred beside me, pulling me closer, his arms wrapping around me like a warm cocoon. “You’re up early,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. I forced a smile, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “I need to get some boxes for our trip tomorrow. You know, for packing.” He opened one eye, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “Boxes? Are you sure you’re not sneaking out to get me a surprise gift?” I laughed, masking the tension coiling in my stomach. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Nathaniel sat up, his toned chest catching the morning sun. “Don’t take too long. We need to start packing. Remember, our flight’s early.” I froze, feigning surprise. “Oh, so we’re flying commercial? What happened to the private jet?” He leaned back, smirking. “I miss flying with regular people. It’s been years since I experienced the chaos of

~SophiaThe airport was buzzing with life—families hugging goodbye, travelers dragging suitcases, and announcements echoing through the massive space. Nathaniel and I walked hand in hand through the crowd, his firm grip on my hand a grounding force. I tried to focus on the excitement of the trip, but my stomach was in knots. We checked in and made our way to the boarding gate. Nathaniel looked as calm as ever, his usual confident self, while I was quietly praying this trip wouldn’t turn into a disaster. Once our boarding group was called, we walked onto the plane. Nathaniel led the way, and I followed, expecting to be directed to the economy section, as he had joked the day before. But when we stopped in the business class cabin, my jaw dropped. “Wait,” I whispered, tugging on his arm. “This isn’t economy.” Nathaniel grinned, his boyish charm lighting up his face. “Did you really think I’d let my wife fly economy? I just wanted to see your reaction.” “You’re unbelievable!” I