Married To The Ruthless Crippled Billionaire

Chapter 5

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torn from the pages of a dark fairy tale. Chloe pushed Alistair's wheelchair through the grand entrance hall, the wheels silent on the polish

e legal and public relations machinery had worked through the night, silencing witnesses, issuing carefully worded statements, and ensuring the narrative was rewritten befor

is hand. "A toast!" he boomed, his voice echoing in the vast space. "To my nephew, Alis

ison toasted was more a triumph of will and carefully administered medi

nd speaking of family, there are two very specia

leading two small children by the hand. A boy and a gi

Carlisle," Harrison announced, his eye

n cold. There had been no mention of children.

," Harrison said, his voice d

hostile glare that he aimed directly at Chloe. The girl, Aurora, was smaller, hiding behind

r's shoulders tense under her han

er gently, a silent mes

children. She knelt, the silk of her dress pooling around her, bringing hers

ot and kick it, hard, into the pristine white lace of h

omen in the crowd titt

is chin jutting out in defiance. "You

face. Her eyes, a moment ago war

yell. She d

her voice a silken thread that cut through the whispers, "your father did 'buy' me. And in do

eyes now flicking to Harrison, "doesn't deserve to speak at all. Perhaps,

flickered in the boy's defian

ing at her dress, her small face streaked with te

erate plea in her eyes. Something in Chloe's chest, a place she thought long de

nity. He pointed an accusing finger at Chloe. "She threatened him! S

eir expressions turning from amusement to censure

her dress and meticulously dabbed at the muddy footprint on her gown, her movements de

triumphant, accusatory gaze without a flicke

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“I was the abandoned daughter of the Foster family, locked away in a sanatorium for five years. Today, my father forced me to marry the notorious, wheelchair-bound billionaire Alistair Carlisle in my sister's place. My sister had faked a fatal heart condition to escape the arrangement. My ex-fiancé stood right beside her, telling me to just accept my fate. They all thought I was a broken, crazy doll they could use as a sacrifice. My father threatened me, my mother guilt-tripped me, and high society mocked us, saying a lunatic and a cripple were a perfect match. At the wedding, Alistair was poisoned and collapsed at the altar. His family immediately tried to stop me from saving him, ready to let him die and pin the murder on the crazy bride. They didn't know my sister's "illness" only cost her fifty thousand dollars in bribes. They also didn't know I wasn't a helpless victim, but a survivor with lethal medical skills and a hidden empire of my own. Why did my family think they could step all over me and get away with it? I didn't cry or beg for mercy. Instead, I extorted five percent of the family shares, walked down the aisle alone, and pulled my new husband back from the gates of hell with three hidden needles. When my "crippled" husband suddenly stood up from his wheelchair in our bedroom that night, I smiled. The real game had just begun.”