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Falling For My Accidental CEO Husband

Waking up from a coma was the least of Serena’s worries when she finds out she’s married! She can’t remember who she is. Her parents are plotting to kill her. What does a young woman do in such a situation? She traps her handsome rich husband ofcourse! Serena will not let him go until she uncovers the truth. Aiden Hawk married for convenience. Blackmailed by his grandmother, he came up with the perfect plan. Marry a woman on her deathbed and play the role of her grieving lover. When she passes away, he would be free to do as he pleased! But to everyone's surprise, she came back alive! What’s more, she’s sticking to him like glue! Will their accidental marriage work out or will they be separared for ever? *Picture credits: Queenfrieza Snippet: Her eyes widened in shock when he walked over to lock the hospital room door with a click. "What are you doing?" she asked shakily. She did not like the look on his face. He raised a brow and smirked, raising the corner of his mouth. "What do you think I'm doing?" "Why… why did you lock the door?" "My wife...You've woken up after so long. Of course, I have to spend some time with you undisturbed..." Serena watched him as he walked towards her, his presence seemingly filling the room. Her heart almost threatened to leap out of her chest...She wanted to jump off the bed but her legs were useless and she had no strength...

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Serena's breath hitched at Owen's words, her heart pounding in her chest. "What?" she whispered, unable to comprehend what he had just said. She searched his eyes for some sign of a joke, some hint that this was all a misunderstanding, but his expression was solemn and unyielding.

"You decorated this house, Serena," Owen repeated, his voice steady. "You chose every piece of furniture, every color on the walls, every little detail. This was supposed to be..."

Before he could continue, Serena stood up, as she started to walk around curiously. Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the delicate curtains, the cozy throw pillows, the artwork on the walls. Yet none of it sparked any recognition. In fact, this place did not even look like something she would like.