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Accidentally Married To Mr. Billionaire

Love knows no boundaries, no age limits. It only knows how to bring two hearts together... Yasmin Wiley, 19, a smart but clumsy woman, was happy with her life. She dreamed about being a famous designer. Her life turned upside down when she was forced to marry her sister's groom because her sister ran away on the wedding day. Declan Wilson, a 27-year-old billionaire, was so preoccupied with the business that he had no time for romance. His lack of interest in women even led to the rumor that he was gay. He would not marry, but he had to accept defeat under the pressure of his father. But the bride got changed on the wedding day. Life was not easy for them. Yet they got close and comfortable with each other slowly. Then things got ugly when certain misunderstandings worsened their differences. There were brawls, ego clashes, and doubts. No make-up sessions were enough to mend their severed relationship. Will Yasmin and Declan be able to put aside their differences and rekindle their love for one another? Or does fate have something in store for them that will keep them apart forever? =========== You can check my other books. The Billionaire's Sick Wife - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid - Ongoing, daily updated. My Ex-Husband Begged Me To Take Him Back - Ongoing, daily updated.

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Chapter 93- Attack and counterattack

Declan woke up early as usual and went jogging after putting on sweatpants and a t-shirt. Natasha greeted him as he walked down the stairs.

"Good morning. You wake up early."

Although her smile was friendly, Declan didn't like it.

"Good morning," he muttered dryly.

Natasha didn't mind such a cold response. She asked enthusiastically, "What do you like to eat? I am thinking about making breakfast."

Her words successfully pissed off Declan.

"Amy…" he shouted.

Natasha flinched and retreated, dumbfounded and scared at the same time.

Amy burst through the door from the backyard. "Yes, sir." She trembled in the face of his rage. She couldn't figure out what she had done to irritate him so early in the morning.

"What are you doing?" He snapped. "Are you exhausted working here? If you are not willing to work, just tell me. I will pay the balance and release you."

"No, no… Sir. I am not tired. I was…"