Marrying The Crippled Billionaire For Revenge

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 686 | Released on: 30/01/2026

he air everyone else was breathing. His suit was tailor

e floor. His gaze moved to Dominique, then to the

softened. Just a fraction. A

e launched he

chest. "Thank god you're here. It's awful. Sh

tly and looked at the floor. The sapphire ring sat

He turned it ov

s disappointed. Which was worse. "Is this true? If

blow. It knocked the wind out of her. He believed

ind a cold, hard clarity. It was the focus she found in the ope

attered clothes. She wa

the ring,

is worse," Preston said

Me. The

ine gasped. The guards stepped forward, but Aurelia held th

and if it had been bouncing around in my bag with my keys and wate

he ring. "It

phire. She brought her finger

residue?"

e was a faint, white s

bbed it between her fingers and sniffed i

ekeeper, Mrs. Higgins, who was hovering by the

arply. "You polished the silver

"I... yes, Miss Aur

ed the woman's hand. Mrs. Higgins tri

elia said to the room. "Whi

Maybe yours, Preston. But I bet if we swab this ring right now, we'll find M

victim act cracked. "That proves noth

mages the setting. Mrs. Higgins knows that. She's been here twenty years. Unless

s. The woman was shaking so h

ins?" Pres

he housekeeper stammered, he

. "Preston, she's manipulating you! S

gins' hand. She pulled h

et up the smart home system in this house three years ago. You guys never r

e tapped on the 'Libra

happened twent

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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.”