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Marrying The Crippled Billionaire For Revenge

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 711    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

wedged between her knees. She watched the landscape change from the manicured lawns

for the fare to The Sanctuary, with maybe five

ty nursing home for the wealthy and unwanted. The plac

he rain had stopped, leavi

esk. Betty, the reception

e lowered. "Your father called an hou

ch dropped. Ric

lease. I have medical proxy. He can't revoke that w

bly had a judge in his pocket

my job," Bet

ched up your son's chin in the parking lot so yo

ed the door. "Ten minutes. If the admi

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mell of antiseptic and lavender air fres

04. She pushed the

indow, staring at a dead oak tree in the courtyard

ig

usually clouded with dementia,

y are you here? Did that little wi

r eyes. She rushed forward

t, Gigi. I refused

with age, cupped Aurelia's cheek. "Good. Never sign y

n of her wheelchair. She pul

uffles. I hid them from the nurse.

the most precious thing she had ever been given. She buried her face in

r voice steeling. "Tears are fo

hinks because I'm in here, he controls the voting s

Aurelia said, wiping her ey

aid. "That's why we n

t op

," Genevi

linked. "

" Genevieve scoffed. "The real pow

toward the adjacent building in the complex. It

evieve said. "Avery

ackburn Capital? I thought he was... incapacit

y grin appearing on her face. "But I hear things.

din

" Genevieve gripped Aurelia's hand. "Marry him. The Blackburn name trumps the

a stranger. And rumor says

use than a father who eats

ws of the courtyard shrubbery, a

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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.”