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My Disabled Husband Is A Secret Billionaire

My Disabled Husband Is A Secret Billionaire

To save the family business from bankruptcy, Carmen was forced to marry a paralyzed and blind man in exchange for an investment in her father's business. Her early marriage to Felix was terrible but she held on. He had not stopped telling her that he already had someone in his heart because he too had not wanted this marriage. At first, she didn't care about it, but when she started to have feelings for him, this sentence became the most poignant of her life. Following Hugo's advice, she put Felix at ease and managed to enter his world. The two of them grew closer and she helped him agree to have surgery to regain his sight and mobility in his legs. The same day he regained his sight, she was so happy for him that they just went out together to celebrate, but that same evening, everything changed after he met a woman. “This woman has things in common with my ex-fiancée who I have been looking for for a long time. I pray it’s her.” Carmen had been in pain but told herself that it didn't matter because he was certainly looking for her in order to ask her for explanations but after that night, he had become distant with her. The unpleasant man she had once known was back and she was able to measure hismonstrosity the night he slept with this woman in their apartment and on the bed she shared with him. Betrayed and hurt, she asked him for a divorce and decided to leave, hoping he could at least hold her back but he seemed quite happy.Three months later, she was passing in a street when a child insisted that she buy his newspaper that he was selling. She wasn't used to it but for a child, she made the gesture and the headline was what paralyzed her on the spot. “After three years where everyone thought he had lost his life in a traffic accident, billionaire Elio Ramirez is back and has been living all this time under the false identity of Felix Alvarez.”
From Naive to Ruthless

From Naive to Ruthless

The bell above my clinic door jingled. I was Dr. Hayes, a woman who' d finally built a life, a stable family. Pregnant with our planned baby, I believed my husband, Mark, was as excited as I was. Then Chloe, a seemingly confident student, walked in with a smile that felt sharp, unpleasant. "I'm Chloe. Mark's student," she stated, then pushed up her sleeve. There, a fresh tattoo: an infinity symbol intertwined with our anniversary date. "Mark got one too," she purred, "Matching. Cute, right? He said it symbolized forever. Our forever." My stomach clenched, the air left my lungs. That night, Mark played the doting husband, his hand resting on my pregnant belly. But I smelled her perfume, faintly. Days later, I watched on our car's security camera as Mark drove to Chloe's apartment, not a "faculty meeting." I heard him tell her, "Poor Evie. So trusting... Evie' s predictable, a bit naive." He laughed with her, calling my past, my pain, "clingy." Then came Chloe' s texts: a photo of Mark in her bed, followed by a box of my childhood cookies. "He got them for me," she wrote, "Said they reminded him of sweet, innocent things. Guess I' m his new sweet thing." He saw me as the damaged girl from the group home, easily fooled, not the woman I'd become. The man I believed saved me from my past used it to mock me with his mistress. How could I bring our baby into a home built on such casual, callous lies? The trusting, hopeful Evie was gone. I called a clinic, then a ruthless lawyer. This time, I was playing for keeps.
The Price of a Lie

The Price of a Lie

The dull ache in my side was a souvenir from the back-alley clinic, but the briefcase in my hand, filled with $500,000, promised a future. It was my life savings, the sale of everything I owned, and even a kidney sold on the black market. All for Ethan, all to save the man I loved from experimental cancer. As I reached his luxury apartment, number 1208, I heard his laugh from inside. It wasn't the gentle laugh I knew. It was loud, arrogant, and cruel. "She sold a kidney! Can you believe the gullibility?" Ethan boomed, followed by laughter. "She handed over every penny she had, just like that." My blood ran cold. The heavy briefcase felt like it was filled with stones. Then Olivia Hayes' slick voice chimed in: "I told you she was the perfect target. That little orphan girl, so desperate for a family she' d do anything." Another voice slurred, "Heir to the entire Miller Tech fortune, and you' ve got this chick selling her organs for you. That' s next-level." I peeked through the cracked door. Ethan, vibrant and healthy, smirked, sipping whiskey. "It was Olivia' s idea, really. A way to get back at her for winning that art scholarship she wanted. A little punishment." My knees buckled. The briefcase slipped from my numb fingers, crashing to the marble floor. Stacks of hundred-dollar bills, my life' s savings and the price of my flesh, spilled out like a sick joke. Every word was a hammer blow to my reality. The love, the late-night talks, the shared dreams-all a meticulously crafted performance. My entire two-year relationship, the one solid thing in my life, was a lie. A game. But then, a cold, hard anger began to burn through the devastation. I would not be a victim. In that grimy restroom, I made a decision: I would reclaim my life. I called my art professor. And when Ethan called, I answered, my voice terrifyingly calm. "I' m on my way," I said. "Just got held up." I was about to show him just how much I had learned.
THE PROPOSAL

THE PROPOSAL

The Proposal is a bitter-sweet love story of Fiona Lawson and Alexander Harrington. Things were all good with the Lawsons until Mr. Lawson, Fiona's father passed and left them with almost nothing. Not until her Mr. Lawson died did Fiona find out about the debt her father had taken for the company and used the house as part of the collateral leaving her and her younger brother, Thomas, homeless. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Fiona is reminded of her father's friend, Victor Harrington and decides to approach him for help with their not so good situation. Victor Harrington was happy to help if only she would marry his son, Alexander Harrington. At the time, Alexander Harrington was already engaged to be married to Eleanor William. It was not hard to convince him to leave Eleanor for Fiona as he was a lover of very beautiful women. Eleanor, upon hearing of this plan decides it is best that she kills herself and committed suicide. She would rather die than see Alexander with someone else. Fiona Lawson is determined to get the company back until she finds out that her father was killed, and that Mr. Victor Harrington might inf act have a hand in her father's death. She is determined to avenger her father's death and her mother's reappearance only fuels her to do so. Later on, we will find out that Eleanor's suicide was staged, and she is very much alive. She collaborates with Fiona to bring the Harrington's to the book. But what happens when feelings begin to stir up between Fiona and Alexander? Never say never when it comes to matters of the heart.
The Anniversary Betrayal

The Anniversary Betrayal

The music was thumping, a forced celebration for our third wedding anniversary, but all I wanted was to give Olivia the velvet box in my pocket. Instead, I pushed through the crowd to find her, radiant, but not looking at me – she was looking at Liam Hayes, her childhood best friend. Then, Liam dropped to one knee, holding a diamond ring, and asked my wife to marry him. My blood ran cold as her friends cheered, chanting, "Say yes!" and Olivia giggled, touching his face without a word of protest. When I finally confronted them, Liam mocked me, and Olivia dismissed it as "just a game." Before I could react, Liam feigned an ankle injury, and Olivia, with an ugly scowl I' d never seen before, pushed me away, shouting that I' d ruined her party. I stumbled, my feet tangled, and the world tilted. I woke up at the bottom of the stairs, my leg screaming, the house silent. My wife, on our anniversary, had left me there, bleeding and broken, to care for a man who faked an injury. At the hospital, Liam intercepted the paramedics' call, claiming I was drunk and Olivia was too busy caring for his "bad ankle." Then Olivia called, not to check on me, but to accuse me of pulling a "stunt" for attention, and demanding I apologize to Liam. The doctor' s grim prognosis-a tibia fractured in two places, a permanent limp-crushed me. But the real blow was realizing Olivia had been actively preventing a pregnancy for a year, all while pretending to dream of a family with me. How could I have been so blind? How could the woman who once called me her hero leave me to bleed? Lying in that sterile hospital bed, ignored and abandoned, a cold, unwavering certainty settled within me: it was over. I couldn't do this anymore. I would cut every tie, sever every connection, and rebuild my life, far away from the wreckage of our marriage.