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Hey Disabled Billionaire, I Am Your Surrogate Bride

Hey Disabled Billionaire, I Am Your Surrogate Bride

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Chapter 1 Adebola's POV

Word Count: 1190    |    Released on: 23/12/2024

I responded, trying to soun

ith a look that was almost bored. The atmosphere felt oppressive as the quiet between us hung heavy in the

our house's marble floors. "The future of this family wil

at he had said. "Get married to him?

d have understood exactly what he meant. "You'll

i Coker, has lived most of his life hidden away in the walls of his family's opulent mansion. I

ite myself, I raised my voice to

ary for you to know him. Adebola, it's a commercial deal. You'll contribute. I will be able to pay off everyth

me indication of dissent. However, her fingers were clenched

a sinking heart from the w

Adebola, your father did it to kee

stinging my tongue. "From where? from t

"This is your opportunity to steer our family in the correct dir

, to reject this perverse agreement, but I knew I couldn't. Everything depended on this, including my moth

He was a man whose wheelchair identified him more than anything else, and I had heard reports a

other's voice interrupted me as she look

eart heaving under the weigh

to never let anyone to decide my course in life or control it. But

place in the big Coker mansion, and I navigated everything like a puppet on strings, blindly following t

d at me. I had once seen him, but it had just been a fleeting gaze and

room. The air smelled strongly of pricey perfume, and the walls were coated with rich m

nt from what I had thought. Even from the chair that confined him, he had a dominating presence and was taller tha

yet there was a tinge of derision in the way he utter

o fairy tale here. Two people were not meant to fall in love in this st

intended: "I'm not your wife yet." "And I

mile as he arched an eyebrow. "All OK. Mrs.

ng something, and then he abruptly asked a questio

to trust him, much less comprehend him, so the last thing I wante

you think we'll make it t

e. A contract that I was forced to keep. I noticed something more, though, as I looked

could say anything, and someone sa

d back to me. He muttered dryly, "Duty calls," and wheeled himself

f everything and the weight of what was about to happen loomed large over me.

nd me say, "I hope you're ready, Adebola." For this is more

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