The Undercover CEO's Accidental Wife

was on stage presenting the dro

her and cousin had sabotaged the pre

nce worker injured in the chaos. My fiancé, Kurtis, didn't defend me. Instead, he

ied to a man they called a "glorified

oming. I walked up to the maintenance w

was just an

l undercover CEO, and that our marriage would be th

pte

ley

circuit breaker, and in that moment, my e

ready to present the new energy-efficient drone prototype for Rob

f the stage into darkness. The drone, suspended mid-air, sputtered and began a slow, controlled desc

he protocol. An emergency manual o

. He moved with a surprising speed, a wrench clutched in his hand, a greasy stain on hi

the crowd. He was goi

struck him square in the chest, sending both him and the ice eagle cras

d glow. The drone was mangled, the eagle was pulverized, and the mai

ed mortified. My fiancé, Kurtis Meyers, stood stiffly, a frown creasing his handsome f

ously acquired. He rushed onto the stage, a picture of strained composure. "A minor technical glitch

ven look at

through the murmurs. "The rules of the

lved in an unfortunate incident during the main event, if deemed by the committee to have caused

ople were starting to laugh

different. Bailey is my sister. And Da

. He glanced at me then, a quick, dismissive flick of his eyes. "

like an invisible hand had j

followed by a snicker. "Bailey Robinson, tied

looked like guilt, but felt more like annoyance. "Look, Baile

An accident? You were standing right th

fine. It wasn' t exactly an accide

cracked. "Publicly humil

you coming back from your 'sabbatical' and immediately taking center stage was insensitive. We just wan

t smile flashed in my mind. She alw

me to a maintenance worker, would make her feel

It' s just for one night. A bit of fun. Everyone will forget about it

. My stomach churned. The bile rose in my throat, hot and ac

eir laughter echoing through the thin walls.

r. He' ll get Kurtis to reverse this nonsense

a medic near the shattered ice. A silent message seemed to pass between them, a f

din. "Ladies and gentlemen, we appreciate the spirit of the evening, but surely, we can am

h all due respect, our rules are sacrosanct for the integrity of the charity. And Miss Ro

ped to his feet. "And Mr. Holden here, our brave

ated with a strange familiarity, a faint

suit, his features sharp and commanding. It was Kurtis Meyers. He wasn' t just m

s are rules. Upholding them, even in jest, ensures the integrity of the event and, by extension, refle

ers of the audience. They appreciated his 'i

d crimson. "Kurtis, thi

is retorted, his gaze unwavering. "To waive the rules for your

hed from nervous energy to a palpable sense of judgment. My fa

his voice low, but audible. "You said you' d

y own way. Upholding the rules protects e

er to her companion. "Didn' t Kurtis and Chandra arrive together ton

ned my parents. Chandra quickly averted her gaze, a tell-tale blush rising on her cheeks. Ku

el the tears pricking at my eyes, but I refused to let them fa

t through the pain. I was done being their

tunned brother, past my red-faced father, past a visibly uncomfortable Kurtis.

e maintenance worker. His eyes, surp

hrough the hushed ballroom like a whip.

their faces a mixture of shock and horror. Kurtis' s jaw

a ghost of a smile on my f