Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 3

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andfather. It was decorated in shades of gray and silver, with a king-sized bed, a marble bathroom, an

rounds, now cloaked in darkness. The manicured perfection of th

once. "You're a jinx, child," the woman had cackled. "Bad luck follows you and spills onto those around you." The Linwoods had loved that story, usi

he hall. He gave her a stiff nod and departed without a word. The dinner was exquisite-poached salmon, a

elegant pieces from brands she recognized from magazines but could never afford. All the p

can speaking with a tall, impeccably dressed woman in her fifties who radiated old money and

said, his tone flat. He gestured dismissiv

Now that you're here, it's time you fulfilled your duty. Augusta is at the hospital. She's b

he thought of being paraded before a sick old wom

er head, and in a moment of reckless, self-deprecating defiance, she blurte

stop them. She regretted them instan

, and the air around him seemed to drop ten degrees. He propelled his wheelchai

His voice was a lo

back, her he

e, there is no such thing as luck. There are only results. And things th

utal and clear. A chil

le back in place, but her eyes were firm. "Miss Harper, the car is waiting. Shall we?" A perfectly man

with an unyielding stare. The message was simple: Obey. This was

back of a gleaming black Bentley. The ride into the city was silent and suffo

sing the button for the penthouse floor. The doors slid open, and the sterile, antiseptic smell of the hospital hit her first. But beneath it, her unusually sensitive nose

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Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Billionaire

Breeze Romance

“The Linwoods stole my parents' company, held my grandfather's belongings hostage, and treated me like a servant. Now, they forced me into a cheap dress to be a substitute bride for a disabled, notoriously ruthless billionaire, claiming their own daughter was sick. But the moment I arrived at the monstrous Norton estate, the billionaire threw a fifty-million-dollar contract in my face. I hadn't just been replaced; I had been sold. The Linwoods didn't just want me to marry a man they feared. They hoped the cold-blooded Duncan Norton would eventually dispose of me. If I died here, they would keep the money, their daughter would be free, and the only living heir to the company they stole would vanish forever. I was trapped in a fortress, treated like garbage by the staff, and dragged to the hospital to visit the dying Norton matriarch, fully expected to be the "jinx" that finally killed her. But my adoptive family didn't know I possessed an extraordinary, hypersensitive sense of smell. Standing by the matriarch's bed, beneath the scent of lilies and disinfectant, I caught the rotting sweetness of a rare neurotoxin hidden inside her silk pillow. The Linwoods were orchestrating a murder to frame me! Instead of waiting to be slaughtered, I ripped the deadly pillow apart and saved the old woman's life. Meeting the billionaire's shocked, analytical gaze, I stopped playing the terrified prey. "We go to City Hall, and we make this marriage legally binding." It was time to become the real Mrs. Norton and tear my adoptive family's perfect plan to shreds.”