My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Darien was stunned as he glanced down at the bill in his hand.

Over $300,000...

He blinked, staring at Ellie in disbelief. "What is this supposed to mean?"

Ellie didn't respond and instead turned her gaze to the manager.

The manager immediately spoke up. "Mr. Britt, you've spent $357,000 tonight. Will that be credit or cash?"

Darien blinked again, looking back at Ellie.

Ellie smiled. "Mr. Britt…"

She dragged out his name in a mocking tone, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her cold gaze bore into him as she chuckled softly. "The manager is waiting for you to settle the bill. Why are you looking at me?"

Darien swallowed hard, his brow furrowing.

"Ellie, stop playing games."

Ellie crossed her arms. "You can't pay the bill, but I'm the one playing games?"

Meanwhile, Mollie was completely confused.

Her two friends were even more bewildered, speaking up in unison.

"Mollie, what's going on? Isn't this Darien's bar? I remember we used to come here, and he'd just put it on his tab. Why are they asking for payment now?"

what's happening? Ask him! The way Ellie's

Darien. "Darien,

swallowed nervously. "I...

of skipping out on

can call the police. Anyone involved would be taken in. For over three hundred thousand... well, that's likely

Mollie and her

so they'd be looking at

can't pay, you and

words were like a breath of fresh air to Keira and

over and nudged Keira with her

nothing better than seeing a jerk get

Keira blinked.

is up with

room, Mollie was still trying to make sense of things. She turned to Darien in disbelief. "Darien, what is going on? Ellie, you came here a few times, and now you claim this bar is yours? How shameless can

scoffed. "It doesn't matter who owns the bar; you

Can't afford it? Maybe you and your girlfriend

talking about? I... I don't have that kind of

years, hasn't he? It wouldn't be too much to ask for you to cover

"You!"

eyes wide. "Darien, what's

it off! You're embarrassing me

ahead and get mad. What does that have to do

"You..."

breath and, seeing the eyes of the crowd on him, finally spoke through gritted teeth. "Fine. You

asking me for a

hand, and the manager quickly handed her a bottle

to Darien. "How about this: however you poured me wine earlier, do it the same way for yourself now. Then I'll