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My Accidental Billionaire husband
To escape the arranged marriage her parents had planned for her, she went to Las Vegas for a racing competition. On the morning after her victory celebration, she spent one reckless night with a stranger—and her life was never the same again. She was pregnant. ===== Chapter 1 The Arrangement Katia I woke up to the sound of people singing badly. "Happy birthday to you..." I blinked hard against the sunlight filtering through the curtains, my brain slow to reboot. The voices were getting louder, and for a second, I thought I was dreaming. A really weird, off-key dream. "Happy birthday, dear Katia..." My bedroom door flung open. I sat up so fast the blanket tangled around my legs like a trap. My vision adjusted just in time to see a small parade entering my room, Delia leading the way with a cupcake on a tray, Dad trailing behind her holding a phone like he was filming a hostage video, and then, my mother, smiling. I nearly choked because my mom has never smiled at me. "Happy birthday, sweetheart," she said; her voice was smooth and artificial, like she'd sprayed it with perfume before letting it out of her mouth. I stared at her like she'd grown a second head. Because here's the thing: Martha didn't do birthdays. Not mine, anyway. Delia got birthdays. Princess themes, balloons, new dresses, and a chorus of relatives pretending they liked each other. I got awkward silences and last-minute gas station cards. I once got a vacuum cleaner. I was twelve. So this? This felt like a setup. "Um... thanks?" I said, my voice rough from sl**p and suspicion. Delia plopped the tray down in my lap like she was presenting a peace offering. "I made the cupcake myself," she said sweetly, which meant the maid probably did it while Delia supervised with a glass of w**e. I looked down at it. Vanilla with white frosting and one lonely candle jammed in the center like a warning flare. "Blow it out," my dad said cheerfully, but his eyes were doing that thing they always did when h
