Marrying The Crippled Billionaire For Revenge

Author: Serenity Now

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 953 | Released on: 30/01/2026

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gany desk. The paper made a dry, whispering sound against

ed to stretch out, mocking her. It was a lot of money to most people.

He was busy cutting the tip off a cigar, the silver cutter snapping with a violen

ia since she was in braces, pushed a thick docum

pen against the signature line. "It protects the family from any fu

. Sadness was warm and heavy. This was ice. It was the clinical det

The paper felt heavy, expens

e procedural errors leading to the medical board's decision and v

ising even herself. "So that if I ever try to tell the truth about the surger

face, obscuring his expression. "The merger with the Blackburns is fragile. We can't have your... b

oat. She didn't pull out a pen to sign. She pulled o

noise, she drew a massive

d. "Ms. Blancha

nd Clause 5 is unenforceable in this state because it inf

desk. The ash from his cigar sca

h nothing. No money. No access to the trust. And I will c

c, trapped bird. Genevieve. Her grandmother. The only person in thi

uld pay for Genevieve's care for a year. Maybe two. But it would c

study smelled of leather and stale

e check back

she

wed. "You're bluffin

buttoned her coat. "I have my brain. And I have th

ur trash with you. There is nothing in

ing a dull thud on the Persian rug. Her legs felt weak, the adre

ndle. The metal bit into

er her shoulder. "The Blackburns don't like damaged goods. And

at the door. It shattered agains

lway and pulled the door shu

the corridor. She looked up, saw Aurelia, and immediate

er single suitcase. She grabbed the photo frame from the nightstand-her

ket. A notification from he

. She dragged her suitcase into the hallway. The wheels rumbl

ase. Below, her mother, Catherine, was

atherine snapped. "That's

ke she was a piece of furniture that needs to be m

until her knuckles turned white. She descen

The front door was tw

a step

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“I was the top trauma surgeon at the city's busiest hospital until my family decided I was nothing more than a disposal fee. I stood in my father's mahogany-lined study, staring at a two-hundred-thousand-dollar check that was meant to buy my silence and my dignity. "Sign the confession, Aurelia," my father demanded, the silver cigar cutter snapping with a violent finality. They wanted me to take the fall for a medical error I never committed, all to protect my sister Dominique's image before her high-profile merger with the Blackburn family. When I refused to sign my life away, the betrayal turned lethal. My sister planted a priceless sapphire heirloom in my bag and called the security team to search me in front of my ex-fiancé. My mother watched with cold indifference as I was branded a thief, and my father threatened to pull the plug on my grandmother's nursing home payments by noon if I didn't vanish. I was thrown out into a freezing rainstorm with a revoked medical license, a battered suitcase, and exactly forty-two dollars to my name. Even the man I once loved looked at me with pity, believing I had stooped to grand larceny because I was jealous of my sister's success. I stood at a bus stop, shivering and broken, wondering how my own blood could trade my truth for a corporate PR stunt. They had taken my career, my home, and my reputation, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back and a burning need for justice. Desperate to protect my grandmother, I sought out the one man they all feared: Avery Blackburn, the "monster" CEO rumored to be a brain-damaged vegetable. But the man I found in the shadows of the VIP wing wasn't a victim; he was a wolf waiting for the right moment to strike. "I need a shield, and you need a wife," he rasped, sliding a titanium card across the desk. I didn't hesitate to sign the marriage certificate. The Blanchards think they've discarded a liability, but they're about to find out what happens when you give a desperate surgeon a billionaire's scalpel.”