My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Ryan stared ahead, his expression grim.

He had already checked the car—its brakes were completely non-functional, and it was a sports car, which was speeding up rapidly and impossible to stop now.

There was no saving it...

Even with the situation analyzed, Ryan maintained his composure as he turned to Ellie. "What did you have for breakfast this morning?"

With tears streaming down her face and panic etched on her features, Ellie blinked at him, clearly confused. "What did you say, Ryan?"

"I asked if you had breakfast."

"It's the middle of a crisis! Why are you asking about food?" She gasped, "We're going too fast to make that turn…!"

"So, you did eat?" Ryan pressed, his tone steady.

"Yeah, I did."

"Good. At least you won't be starving when you die."

"..."

Hearing this, Ellie's tears flowed even more freely. "But I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" she sobbed.

can swim. When we get close, you need

I might not make it! You're a better swimmer than I am! I should steer. You jump!" Ellie

was winding, and someone needed to control the steering wheel at that speed. If they both jumped at the same time, the car would lose

was handing her the

her insistence, "I'm your brother; I need to protect

way! This is my life; I can't let you take

sighed. "Alright, if you jump, it's likely a death sentence, too. Let's

"...Ryan, is dying painful?"

"When the body experiences severe trauma, it releases dopamine, which helps dull the pain during emergencies. If the car crashes, we'll probably die very quickly, so we won't even

her eyes wide. Not

tears cascading down her cheeks. "But I don't want to

while outside, a group at the Cobb family estate

car sped by in a blur, almost a flash, leaving them stunned as

able to

fishtail around

he hadn't had any experience with racing, they

Selena gasped in disbelief.

to the driver's seat

grabbing Keira's arm. "What are you doing? You can't possibly think about going to save them! I get it; if you rescue them, we can continue our partnership, but this is reckless! Besides, that's a sports car; there's

hand away,

shouted, pounding on the door. "The South family's prophecies are never wrong! If it says there'll be an accident at ten o'clock, then there will be! If you try to save them, it'll