Accidentally His: The Billionaire’s Wife in High Society

“The man of your dreams is in room 3618. I’ve taken care of everything. Take the things over right this instant! Charge!”

The moment Eva’s message appeared, Freya Myers didn’t even blink. She grabbed her bag, flew down the stairs of her apartment building, and practically sprinted toward the hotel. If anyone saw her running like that, they’d think she was chasing after a soulmate—

Well… in a way, she was.

If she couldn’t keep the man she loved, then she would keep a part of him.

His DNA.

Top-tier genes like his deserved to be immortalized in the next generation.

Heart pounding, Freya stopped in front of the suite door. The hallway was silent, chilled, and smelled faintly of expensive cologne—like temptation hanging in the air. She inhaled deeply, fingers trembling as she typed in the password Eva gave her.

The lock beeped. The door clicked open.

Inside, darkness swallowed the luxurious presidential suite, save for the faint spill of neon city lights through the tall windows. On the six-foot bed lay a man—long, still, powerful. Even in the dimness, his features were sharp enough to cut glass. Perfect nose bridge. Defined jaw. Lips that looked sinful even in sleep.

Freya’s breath caught.

No wonder Eva had insisted.

If this man’s DNA didn’t create the world’s most gorgeous babies, nothing would.

Steeling herself, she climbed onto the bed, careful not to wake him. Her hands fumbled with the man’s belt. One click, two… and it loosened. The moment she glimpsed what awaited inside, heat stormed across her cheeks.

“Eva definitely overdosed him…” she whispered, gripping the test tube like a lifeline.

This was insane. Criminal. Immoral.

And yet… she was still doing it.

Just as she was about to carry out her mission, the man’s long fingers twitched.

Freya froze. Her soul nearly left her body.

She slowly lifted her head, letting the faint neon glow illuminate his face more clearly…

And almost screamed.

“Oh my God… Wrong guy! This is the wrong guy! Eva!”

Her mind went blank. This wasn’t the man Eva was supposed to drug.

This wasn’t the man she had spent years loving in secret.

But the man before her…

He was breathtaking.

His brows pulled together slightly, his throat bobbed, lips parted just a fraction—as though fighting the lingering effects of the drug. His sheer presence radiated danger and allure even while unconscious.

Freya hesitated. Her conscience screamed stop, but her logic whispered—

The DNA is even better.

Much better.

And honestly… after coming this far, sneaking into a hotel suite and nearly losing her sanity, she wasn’t leaving empty-handed.

So she did what she came for.

And then she fled the room like a thief escaping a crime scene.

Right as she shut the door, she heard the man’s deep, husky voice murmur behind her, “It’s so hot in here…”

That voice alone could make a woman combust.

Freya clutched the test tube, questioning every decision she had made in life.

Eva nearly jumped with excitement when Freya entered the lab. “It’s done? Done done??”

“Eva,” Freya said, deadpan, “you drugged the wrong guy.”

“…Huh?”

“That wasn’t the man of my dreams! I even showed you his picture!”

Eva blinked, then laughed awkwardly. “Freya, babe… you know I’m horrible with faces. You said your dream man was ‘the most good-looking guy in the crowd,’ so I grabbed the most gorgeous one I saw.”

“He was definitely hotter than my guy…” Freya mumbled before she could stop herself.

“See? Upgraded DNA!” Eva beamed. “Future kid secured!”

Freya sighed and handed her the tube. “This is ridiculous…”

“No, this is fate.” Eva waved the test tube like a trophy. “Also, congrats. This might be the best DNA sample I’ve seen in my entire career.”

As Eva began prepping the sample, Freya's mind betrayed her—

flashing back to the mystery man’s sculpted abs, the V-line disappearing beneath the sheet, his long legs, the faint scent of cigarette smoke that clung to him like sin.

Freya covered her face.

She definitely needed holy water.

Five years later.

At precisely 6:00 a.m., Freya’s bedroom door slammed open.

“Mama! Wake up!” Hope shouted.

Aaron followed, stern like a tiny general. “Woman, stop sleeping like a pig. Make breakfast!”

Freya groaned, pulling the blanket over her head. Life with twins was sweet… but some mornings she contemplated haunting Eva in the afterlife.

Hope climbed on top of her while sucking her pacifier. Aaron snatched her blanket, leaving no escape.

Freya surrendered, dragging her chaotic hair out of bed. “Okay… breakfast?”

“Fried egg, bacon, sandwich!” Hope chirped.

Aaron huffed. “Why didn’t you ask ME first?”

“You’ll eat what your older sister wants,” Freya said, patting his cheek.

Aaron’s face twitched. “I’M older! Hope is younger!”

“She was born two minutes earlier. Deal with it.”

“But Eva said—”

“I gave birth, Aaron. Eva wasn’t in the delivery room.”

Aaron shut his mouth immediately.

Mrs. Lee arrived as Freya cooked. “They woke you up again? I can come earlier.”

“It’s fine,” Freya said. “Help them wash up.”

Despite the chaos, Freya adored her life. Her twins were her everything.

During breakfast, her phone rang.

“This is Castle High Fashion. You’ve been hired. Please report at 9 a.m. You will be Linda’s assistant.”

Freya nearly danced. “Yes! Thank you!”

Castle Group was magnificent—polished floors, glass walls, and the intimidating aura of wealth. The receptionist led her to the fashion department where she found Linda applying lipstick in a black deep-V dress, silver rings, and chunky boots.

Linda gave Freya a single glance. “Is that how you dress? Embarrassing.”

Before Freya could retort, Linda dumped a stack of items into her arms. “Hold these. We’re measuring Mr. Castle today. Don’t dress too nicely—you’ll steal my limelight.”

“Mr. Castle… the CEO, Declan Castle?” Freya asked.

“Obviously. Don’t even think about flirting with him.”

Freya followed her out of the elevator—only to see several executives leaving the CEO’s office.

At the center stood a man in a flawless custom suit, his presence cold and commanding. His shoes gleamed. His posture was perfection. His aura swallowed the hallway whole.

Then— CRASH.

Something shattered inside the office.

“Are there only complete idiots in Castle Group?” the man roared. “You can’t even get THAT right? Get out!”

Freya froze.

That voice.

Why…

why did it sound so familiar?