My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 327

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“Katia, if this is about what I found, if you are doing this because of the results and you haven’t thought it through-”

“I have thought it through,” I said. “Every single inch of it. For the last hour in this car and for the last two weeks before that. I am not acting on impulse, Sam. I am acting on information, and the information tells me that I have been living in the wrong house.” I paused. “Now are you going to help me, or are you going to keep asking questions?”

A beat. Then a small sound that was almost a laugh.

“And Sam,” I said, before she could speak again. “Sell the penthouse.”

The silence that followed that one was a different kind entirely.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said. “Say that again.”

“The penthouse,” I said. “Sell it. I won’t be needing it.”

“Katia, that penthouse is worth-”

“I know what it’s worth,” I said. “Sell it.”

A long beat. Then, very carefully, in the voice Sam used when she was deciding whether to laugh or call a doctor: “Who are you, and what have you done with my boss?”

I looked at myself in the rearview mirror, at the woman sitting in a car outside a mansion with her name

on the deed, with her name on twenty-five percent of an empire, with her name on a savings account that had been opened seven years ago after our marriage.

“She’s still here,” I said. “But she’s about to get nasty.”

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Get The Fuck Out Of My house

Katia

The clock on my dashboard read exactly 8:30 PM when I pulled into the circular driveway. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely keep the car straight. I sat there for a minute, staring at the mansion, heart hammering in my chest. I finally turned the engine off, got out, and dragged the single leather suitcase from the trunk. It was light. Sam had packed it fast. Just some clothes, toiletries, and the prenatal vitamins I’d been hiding.

I walked up the stone steps. My heels clicked way too loud, I felt sick. I raised my hand and knocked Hard.

The door opened. Maria stood there. Her eyes went wide when she saw me and the suitcase.

“Ms. Kensington…” she whispered, voice tight.

I didn’t wait. I pushed past her into the foyer, suitcase wheels dragging behind me. Delia’s floral perfume was everywhere. It made me want to gag. Then I smelled coffee. Good. They were home.

I followed the light into the dining room.

The scene was pathetic. Julian sat at the far end near the sideboard in grey sweatpants and a black t- shirt, hair messy, holding a mug of coffee. He looked exhausted. Delia sat at a small table on the other side of the room, eating alone.

The second my heels hit the threshold, Julian’s head snapped up. His eyes locked on me.

Delia froze with her fork halfway to her mouth. Her eyes dropped to the suitcase, then back to my face. She slammed the fork down so hard the plate rattled.

“Katia, what the hell are you doing in my house?” she snapped, standing up fast. Her face went red and blotchy. “You can’t just show up here with a suitcase like you own the place. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

I stopped in the middle of the room, fingers tight around the suitcase handle. I tilted my head.

“I am whoever the fuck I think I am. “I said, smiling. “Your house?” I asked, voice low.

“Yes, this is mine and my husband’s mansion,” she said, chin high. “So get the fuck out before I call security myself.”

I laughed. It came out sharp. “Oh, bitch, please. I don’t have your time. Get the fuck out of my house, Delia.”

Delia let out a hysterical laugh. “Your house? Are you serious right now? You’re so fucking delusional. This is my house. Take your suitcase and your sorry ass and get the fuck out.”

I rolled my eyes. Why would I even waste my time on this useless sister of mine who will do anything to be Mrs. Windsor? I didn’t even look at her. I turned to Julian. He was standing now, mug forgotten, eyes

and you out of my house

night too. Or do you want to play dumb lik

calling you all day, Katia. You didn’t answer once.”

“Why should 17 i saw the calls actually,” I shot back “But right now I need you to get the fuck out Unless you want me to be the one who leaves?” I asked, arching a brow, and then raised my hand and slowly rubbed my stomach in a slow circle. I made sure he saw it. Because I knew he knew I was pregnant but chose to play dump just like he knew he was my fucking husband.

Julian froze. His eyes dropped to my hand, then back to my face.

“No,” he said quietly. “I’ll leave”

I let out a shaky breath. Delia’s face went pale.

“And you,” I said, turning back to her. “Since your husband is leaving, you should go too. Don’t you think?”

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