Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband

Kai sat behind his large desk, his jaw clenched tightly as he glared at the email displayed on his computer screen. His office, sleek and modern with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, felt suffocating in that moment. The soft hum of the air conditioning did little to cool his growing frustration. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Mr. Robinson," his secretary’s voice crackled through the intercom, "I’ve just received confirmation—Evander Walton won’t be available this week. His schedule is fully booked."

Kai’s hand curled into a fist, slamming down on the desk with a heavy thud. "Are you kidding me?" he barked, causing the glass of water nearby to tremble.

"N-No, sir. I—"

"I don’t care how you do it, get me a meeting. I want it done. He should be grateful someone like me is even considering this deal."

"Yes, sir. I’ll keep trying."

Kai pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply before leveling a cold stare at the phone. "You’re my secretary, aren’t you? This is your job. Something as simple as setting up a damn meeting shouldn’t be this difficult."

The hesitant breath on the other end only irritated him further. "S-Sir, Mr. Evander is—"

"I don’t want excuses," Kai snapped, his fingers drumming impatiently on the desk. "Persuade him. Tell him there’s a generous reward in it for him—one he won’t regret." His tone dropped, cold and sharp. "Do whatever it takes."

A pause. Then, a shaky, "Yes, sir."

Kai’s lips curled in satisfaction, but his voice remained icy. "Good. Because if you fail again, don’t bother showing up tomorrow. I don’t keep dead weight around."

The secretary swallowed audibly. "Understood, sir."

With a frustrated sigh, Kai ended the call and leaned back in his leather chair, rubbing his temple. The Royal Hotel deal was crucial—too crucial to slip away because of Evander’s evasiveness. "Tch," he scoffed, muttering to himself, "He acts like he’s too good for this. He’ll regret it."

Hours dragged by, the ticking clock on the wall gnawing at his patience. Files lay scattered on his desk, but his focus remained elsewhere—on the one man who dared to ignore him.

Kai tapped his fingers against the polished surface of his desk, his expression darkening. He needed to talk to Evander—had to. There was no other option.

If he wanted this deal to go through, he had to build a relationship with him, make him see that this arrangement wasn’t just beneficial for Kai but for both of them. Evander wasn’t an idiot. He had to know that allowing the Royal Hotel to be used for the wedding would only increase its prestige.

Still, the man was being frustratingly evasive.

Kai exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. His mind shifted to Adalaine, to her insistent whining about how the wedding had to be perfect, how she deserved nothing less than the best. As annoying as she was, she had a point. This wasn’t just about keeping her happy—it was about securing his own image.

Hosting his wedding at the Royal Hotel wouldn’t just silence Adalaine for once—it would elevate him. People would talk. They would admire him. They would see him as a man who could achieve anything, who could make things happen no matter the odds.

That’s what he needed.

He clenched his jaw, his thoughts drifting to his last marriage. A miserable affair, held in a regular five-star hotel—nothing extraordinary, nothing people would remember. His ex-wife had barely cared about the venue, and honestly, neither had he at the time. But looking back now, he saw the difference. That wedding had been forgettable.

This one won’t be.

This time, he would make sure of it.

As evening approached, Kai finally shut his laptop with a loud snap. The office lights dimmed as he grabbed his briefcase and headed out, the tension still thick in his shoulders.

—

Kai’s mansion stood tall and imposing, nestled within a gated community. The iron gates opened silently as his car pulled in, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. The soft glow of outdoor lights illuminated the path leading to the front door, where Adalaine stood waiting.

She was dressed in a fitted wine-red dress, her wavy blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, lips curved into a perfect smile. As soon as Kai stepped out of his car, she rushed to him, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Kai," she purred, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Kai melted into it for a moment, the tension of the day easing as her soft lips moved against his. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. Adalaine always had that effect on him—intoxicating, exhilarating. Kissing her felt like a high he could never quite get enough of.

When he finally pulled back, a lazy grin spread across his face. "You always know how to make me forget my problems."

Adalaine giggled, running her manicured fingers down his chest. "So, any good news about the Royal Hotel?"

Kai’s jaw tensed, but he masked it quickly with a nonchalant shrug. "Not yet, but don’t worry. I’m working on it."

Adalaine’s pout was immediate, her lower lip jutting out. "I thought this was going to be a big deal for us."

He chuckled, giving her a quick kiss on the pout. "It will be. I just need a little more time."

Her expression softened as she traced a finger along his jawline. "I trust you."

"Good," Kai replied smoothly. "Now, let’s focus on what’s next—dinner at my parents’ house."

Adalaine’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Of course, I didn’t forget. I already picked out the perfect dress."

Kai smirked, pleased. "That’s what I like to hear."

With that, he grabbed her hand, leading her inside as he added, "Let’s get ready. You know how my mother is about punctuality."

Adalaine laughed, the sound bouncing off the marble floors as they headed upstairs. But Kai’s mind, despite the playful banter, still circled back to Evander Walton. He wouldn’t let this go—he’d make sure he got that meeting, no matter what it took.