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Married To The Ruthless Crippled Billionaire

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 766    |    Released on: Today at 15:00

e of the ballroom. "This marriage is a mistake! We must have it a

lder, more conservative Carlisle relativ

son and hid behind his legs, peering out at

in a sea of hostility. She offered no de

chanical whir b

soft hum against the marble floor. He positioned himself dire

They were now chips of flint, cold and hard and dangerous. He fixed

oft, "was teaching my son a lesson in decorum. A

is the mark of a spoiled, ill-mannered child. Chloe's response was the mark

he last two words,

's just a boy, Alistair. A

family name," Alistair snapped, his authority absolu

e. The iron will of Alistair Carlisle IV was legen

ury in his eyes melted away, replaced by a look of such startling wa

ow a low, intimate rumble. "The boy

to Orion, who flinched as she approached. She simply reac

rambled away, running to his

ack into the crowd, his fac

bandleader, and music once again

lding hers. He reached into his tuxedo pocket a

agnificent, flawless pink diamond, set in a delicate plat

is glove. Slowly, deliberately, in front of the watching eyes of New Yor

with an emotion so intense, so seemingly

magnetic. "In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish

med to fade away, leaving only the two of them, the weight of

ss was warm, firm, and lingered a second too long. A jolt of unexpecte

, Mrs. Carlisle," he whispered, his breath a warm ca

in her veins turned to ice. He wa

nd composed her face into

her voice just as low, just as private. "But let's not

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Married To The Ruthless Crippled Billionaire
Married To The Ruthless Crippled Billionaire
“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.”