Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 153: Unavailable

Kai sat stiffly in the luxurious office of their wedding planner, his fingers drumming against the polished wood table. Across from him, Adalaine tapped her manicured nails against her knee, impatience etched into every sharp line of her expression. The wedding planner, a well-dressed man in his forties with a clipboard in hand, adjusted his glasses before clearing his throat.

"Mr. Robinson and Miss Carter," he began, voice measured, "I regret to inform you that your selected wedding venue, The Royals, has become unavailable."

A heavy silence followed.

Kai blinked. "What?"

Adalaine’s lips parted, her face contorting in disbelief. "Unavailable?" she echoed, her voice rising slightly. "What do you mean unavailable?"

The planner looked at them carefully, as if bracing for impact. "I was informed this morning. The venue is fully booked, and despite my efforts to negotiate, they have made it clear that it will not be an option for your wedding day."

Kai’s jaw clenched. He had a strong suspicion about who was behind this.

Adalaine let out a sharp laugh, though there was no humor in it. "This isn’t the first time," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. Her gaze snapped toward Kai, eyes flashing with barely contained fury. "Remember our engagement? We wanted The Royals then too, but oh, suddenly, it was ’unavailable.’ And now? Now it happens again?!"

Kai exhaled through his nose, rubbing his temple. He did remember. Back then, they had begrudgingly settled for a four-star hotel, something Adalaine had complained about for months. He had assumed it was bad luck. But now?

The planner hesitated before suggesting, "I understand this is disappointing, but we do have alternative venues that—"

"No," Adalaine interrupted sharply. She sat forward, leveling the planner with an unwavering stare. "I don’t want an alternative. I want The Royals."

The Royals wasn’t just any hotel—it was the most luxurious, most exclusive venue in the city. A symbol of status and power. Holding an event there wasn’t just about the experience; it was about making a statement.

And for a Robinson, making a statement was second nature.

It was only natural for him and Adalaine to want their wedding there. Their engagement party had already been a failure—settling for a lesser venue, enduring Adalaine’s endless complaints, feeling like they had lost a battle before it even began. That couldn’t happen again.

No, this time, they would have The Royals.

"Miss Carter, I assure you, this is beyond our control," the planner said as politely as he could.

"That’s nonsense," Adalaine snapped. "Everything has a price. Tell them we’ll pay five times whatever they want. No, ten times!" She turned to Kai, looping her arms around his. "Right, sweetie?"

Kai forced a smile, though his irritation was bubbling beneath the surface. "Yeah, of course," he said, squeezing her hand.

The planner sighed, adjusting his clipboard. "With all due respect, Miss Carter, The Royals is not declining your request for financial reasons. They simply will not make it available for your wedding date."

Adalaine’s nails dug into Kai’s arm. Her expression darkened. "People always love money. If we offer enough, they’ll give in."

The planner hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. "I’m afraid it won’t work that way in this case."

Kai felt a muscle twitch in his jaw. Something was off. This wasn’t a coincidence. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly, eyes narrowing as thoughts spun in his mind.

Kai resisted the urge to sigh as he glanced at Adalaine, who was now scowling at the planner like the poor man had personally wronged her. He had been dealing with her frustrations for weeks now—one complaint after another about the venue, the flowers, the seating arrangements. Nothing was ever quite right, and frankly, he was getting tired of it.

But he wanted her to be happy.

He really did.

If throwing an extravagant wedding was what it took, then fine. He had the resources. The influence. There was no reason for her to be whining over minor inconveniences.

His fingers tapped against the table as he considered his options. If money wasn’t enough to sway things in their favor, then it was time to rethink the approach. There was always another way.

Maybe it wasn’t about the price. Maybe it was about power.

Then, it clicked.

Kai leaned back in his chair, his mind already running through names. Someone had to be able to fix this—someone with enough pull to make things move without question. And he knew exactly who that someone was.

A man who only needed to open his mouth, and suddenly, things just... happened.

His lips curled slightly as the thought settled in his mind.

This wasn’t a setback. It was just a small obstacle. And he had never met an obstacle that couldn’t be removed.

Evander Walton.

The man was more than just wealthy. He was powerful—an untouchable force that no one dared to cross. The ruler of an empire built on sharp decisions and even sharper consequences. People didn’t just respect him. They feared him.

No, the Robinsons and the Waltons had never worked together before. Their worlds ran parallel but never intersected. Kai had no real reason to involve himself with a man like Evander.

Until now.

Maybe this could be the start of something.

He had only ever heard rumors—whispers of ruthless business tactics, a mind that never erred, a presence that could silence a room with a single glance. But personally? He didn’t know the man. Had never sat across from him, never spoken his name outside of casual mentions in conversations that never felt relevant.

But this time, Evander Walton was very relevant.

Kai exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. If there was anyone who could make things happen with just a word, it was him.

And maybe, just maybe, it was time for their worlds to finally collide.

Kai forced himself to smile at Adalaine, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I’ll handle it," he murmured.

She looked at him skeptically. "You will?"

"Yeah." His voice was smooth, but there was steel underneath. "It seems like I need to meet Evander Walton myself."