Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 4

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ia's breath hitched. Duncan was there, at the end of the corridor, his wheelchair positioned like a throne. He had followed them-o

n the door and gestu

a sitting area and a private terrace. But the illusion of comfort was shattered

ow, her eyes closed. She was murmuring something under her breath, her voice a dry rustle of leaves. Kaia moved cl

-a flicker of a memory too distant to gr

he legitimate aromas of lilies and disinfectant, coiling in the air. Its

Augusta Norton's skin had a grayish, waxy pallor, her breathin

ieve said softly. "She drifts in and out like

delicate flowers, seemingly innocuous. But her nose, her infallible, damnable nose, told

ok over. She reached out

ingly strong. Kaia gasped and whipped her head around. Duncan was right behind

do you think you're doing?" he h

. "Miss Harper, please be

n? I smell something wrong? They w

er voice tight. "I think... th

s of her wrist. He clearly didn't believe her. "Do not play games wit

wide with desperation, darted past his shoulder to the pillow. T

e first time, a sliver of doubt penetrated his cold certain

bed. Augusta Norton's body arched in a slight spasm. The heart monitor shrieked t

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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.”