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The Runaway Bride And The Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 641    |    Released on: Today at 14:19

door, feigned a delicate ga

s's son was attacked tonight. Stabbed in the neck. Stabbed in the n

shock, her hand flying to her mouth. "

n sneered. "I know you arranged for her to be at

only trying to help! For the family! I

ersian rug, his hands clenched be

eopardy." His gaze swiveled, finding its true target

The butler, Arthur Finch, entered, his face i

ched Preston's li

The sight of her father's rage and Constance'

mily's bastard. An

a living hell-sharp words, sharper nails, cold dinners and colder sta

ipped her off to a boarding scho

all. Not one question about whether s

lly come. I'm dying, he had said. Come

rushed

tually bel

her needed her to marry Cory Travis-a man whose name was synonymous wit

g more than a

is?" Preston roared. "Are you

d myself against a man who tried

turning a blotchy red. "He is your fiancé

She had told herself not to expect anything from t

till-the wo

t sort of 'situation' she orchestrated,"

lying,

ut the truth. He cared

ill go to the Travis estate. You will get on

urious gaze without flinching. "I did

ait he despised. A lifetime

id, his voice dropping to a dangerou

caped Ana's lips.

ook a step toward her, his l

," he snarled, "and I will h

Constance watched from the sidelines, a

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The Runaway Bride And The Disabled Billionaire
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“I was the illegitimate daughter of the Kirk family, treated like a disposable pawn and forced into an engagement with the abusive Cory Travis. At a high-society gala, my half-sister orchestrated a trap, hiring a man to drug my champagne and drag me to Cory's suite, where a hidden camera waited to record my total ruin. I managed to switch the glasses and fight my way out, but the retaliation from my family was brutal. When my father found out I humiliated the Travis heir, he slapped me across the face and locked me in my bedroom. "Then I will break your legs, and I will have you carried to the altar." He froze all my bank accounts, leaving me with absolutely nothing. I tied my bedsheets together and escaped into the night, only to be hunted down by Cory's men and cornered in a pitch-black garage. I pressed my back against the cold brick wall, suffocating under the injustice of it all. Why did my own blood want to destroy me so badly? How could I possibly survive against two powerful dynasties? Just as Cory lunged to tear off my clothes, a sleek black Bentley pulled up, and a man in an impeccably tailored suit stepped out to retrieve me. The man waiting inside the car was Grant Carlisle, a ruthless, legendary billionaire confined to a wheelchair. He didn't save me out of pity; he knew I was a neurosurgery prodigy, and he needed me to fix his crushed legs. Realizing this was my only chance at survival, I looked at the devil in the wheelchair and proposed a deal that would make my family regret the day I was born.”