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Marrying The Crippled Billionaire For Revenge

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 625    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

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ia said. She was tired.

juice. Her eyes flicked to the battered suitcase. "Didn'

ove. She just tilted her head and signaled to the he

bag," Dom

a recognized the older one, Miller. He used to drive

d, her grip tightening on her sui

Dominique said with a shrug. "And let's be h

ister," Aur

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it from Aurelia's hand with enough force to make her s

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nts with the toe of her slipper. "God,

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the canvas bag on

d, pulling back.

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in the foyer

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her mouth in a performance worthy of an Oscar. "Pr

Her voice sounded thin to her own

ushing in from the living room. She stared at the ring w

said, looking at Miller. "

ing at the floo

r phone. "I'm recording

you file a police report, it goes on my rec

t was a cold, sharp smile. "You tried to ruin my

g on the floor. The side pocket zipper was

t through the tension. Tires

ront doors

whispered, her eyes gleaming

one but him. She could handle the police. She could handle h

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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.”