The Runaway Bride And The Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 8

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space with exposed brick walls and windows that looked out over t

way the grime and the chill of fear. She found clean

d a string of threatening texts from Constance. She m

e's face filled the screen, her elaborate movie m

you're in one piece," G

re detail. When she finished, Giselle

r voice serious. "You have absolut

name means noth

isle Holdings. We're not talking New York rich; we're talking the kind o

ar, the man who claimed she'd saved him, wa

asties," Giselle continued. "He took over the family f

the suffocating presence. It fit. "But..

r crash. A bad one. His older brother, the heir apparent, was killed

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e a recluse. Colder. More driven. There are a million rumors about th

f. It still didn't explain his interest in her. "But wh

e leaned closer to the camera. "Ana. Wha

ntal nerve regeneration,"

een obsessed with it for years. Grant Carlisle has spent a fortune trying to fix hi

d into place with

electric. "He thinks you can save his future. He didn't find you by accident.

octor. Not a

t it! The Kirks, the Travises... they can push you around because

faster. The thought was te

for his power. You can cure him, and in return, he can

city was beginning to wake up. For the first time since she'd fled, she

dangerous, high-stakes gamble. B

op, her fingers flying across the keyboard. Grant

anding tall next to his brother. Then, the grainy paparazzi shots after the accident-a gr

ne person who might be able t

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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.”