The Disabled Tycoon's Lethal Substitute Bride

Chapter 3

Word Count: 770 | Released on: 03/08/2026

he spacious interior smelled

aze fixed on the scenery rushing past the win

ed her a file and a pen. The tit

terfering in any Kemp family business, could not publicly claim her relationship with Damien, would receive n

Damien's silhouette. "Mr. Kemp, before you have me sign this contrac

ere a deep gray, like the sea before a storm, sharp enough to pierce through a person'

us system in the accident, leaving you extremely weak. But I see your breathing is s

's eyes widened in

mien's lips. "Oh? So, my n

ms don't look like post-accident trauma. They look more lik

the car tur

a genuine, dangerous scrutiny. His heart gave a h

has little effect on cognitive function in the early stages. That's why you can s

it. He just watched her, e

the Kemp estate and stopped before

ffer. "I can cure you. Three months. I can completely clear the

. Seated in his wheelchair before the massive floor-

" he finally aske

"First, a thirty-million-dolla

ill last for one year, during which we will not interfere in each other's private lives, b

eyes, "I want you to investigate someone

me, but every word she spoke carried an undeniable force. Who was she? How could the Rush family

ent for a

your medical skil

into her palm. "A welcome gift. It will temporarily relieve the nightly

on the desk and pu

ent face. For the first time, he felt a stron

eresting. Aren't you afraid I'll take y

complete antidote. Besides, Mr. Kemp, you need an ally more than I do, d

ferring to his ambitio

k and swallowed it without hesitation, his

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The Disabled Tycoon's Lethal Substitute Bride

Tabbie Platt Romance

“I was the despised stepdaughter of the Rush family, treated like dirt under my stepmother's designer heels while secretly investigating my biological mother's suspicious death. One day, my stepmother slapped a marriage contract on my worn desk. I was to be sacrificed in my stepsister's place to marry Damien Kemp, a notoriously violent, wheelchair-bound heir who wasn't expected to live past thirty. "If you dare to resist, I'll leak the scandals about your dead mother to every media outlet." My stepsister filmed my misery for her followers, laughing as they threw a thrift-store reject at me to use as a wedding dress. They forced me to endure humiliating etiquette lessons just to mock my clumsiness, and even picked my bedroom lock to steal a precious herbal skin formula I had mixed, hoping to use it to shine at an upcoming high-society gala. In their eyes, I was just a pathetic, helpless puppet, destined to be buried alongside a dying invalid so they could secure a massive corporate investment. What they didn't know was that the formula they greedily stole was a carefully crafted trap that would soon destroy my stepsister's face. And when I finally met my "dying" billionaire husband, I didn't cower. Instead, I looked at his supposedly paralyzed legs, diagnosed the exact rare neurotoxin destroying his body, and offered him a thirty-million-dollar deal to tear all our enemies down.”