Contract Marriage To The Crippled Heir
Elena who grew up in the countryside was brought back to the city only to be used and abandoned by her very own family. Used in replacement for her sister and finding out the truth from years ago, will Elena seek revenge? What happens when she turns out to be different from what was expected?
Adrian Laurent, crippled and treated like a commodity by his family. Adrian swore to get revenge for everything done to him and his mother in the past. What happens when his new wife finds/finds out he is not crippled?
Will she trust him?
"Don't touch me! You lied to me, I trusted you." Elena remarked tears streaming down from her face, she had been able to handle all forms of betrayers but she would never be able to handle this.
"I didn't mean to lie Elena, you never asked me if it was a lie. I'm sorry Elena, I should have told you sooner, please forgive me.." Adrian drawled...
Elena slowly backed away from there and ran, only to be cornered by her husband once again. She forgot, he could walk now...
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Chapter 1
"You will get married to the second master of the Louis Family in place of your sister!"
"But Dad, people"
"People don't have to know it is you, you will be hidden under the veil. The second master of the Louis Family is a handicap anyway, he doesn't have the right to complain."
"Dad, if the patriarch finds out he will be mad and angry. He might even kill me dad..." Elena tried to explain but she did not pay any attention.
"It's your duty to make sure your sister's life doesn't get ruined, she is a superstar and you are nothing!. If I have to choose to sacrifice one of you, then it has to be you."
"After getting married to the handicap second master, it can't be revoked, so the family will have to accept you that way. They can't force you to divorce him."
Elena lowered her head in defeat, her father was right. She was not a star like her sister, not even up to her sister's level of being a superstar. She had been a burden all her life. Her only worry was Ken. Ken would not take the news lightly.
"Dad, what about Ken? I am engaged to him, he will be heartbroken if he finds out about this...." Elena muttered sniffling, she was stuck between obeying her dad and hurting the man she loved.
"I will do the explaining, you don't have to worry. Remember the marriage will only last for two years, after the two years have passed, you can still get married to Ken." Richard remarked in a convincing tone.
Elena admitted defeat, she would obey her father. She only hoped Ken was willing to wait for her and not leave her after the two years had passed. She would sacrifice two years of her life for her family, it wasn't short but it wasn't long either.
"Elena, you know I love you right? The same way I love your sister, I love you both equally. I am trying to make the best decision for you both, don't worry it will be fine." Richard added rubbing Elena's arm to console her.
Elena's lips tightened into a smile, she nodded her head.
Standing at the end of the aisle, Elena thought about the conversation she had with her father two days prior. Her face was well hidden under the thick white veil, the people around all had smiles on their faces.
Although everyone was smiling, there was one person amongst the crowd who refused to smile. It was the man she was to marry, he sat in the wheel chair with a frown on his face. Although crippled and handicapped, he was good looking .
Elena had got a clear picture of his face just yet, but from his side profile, she concluded that he looked good. Elena braced herself for the new dimension her life was about to take, she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath ready to walk down the aisle.
"Don't be too fast Elena, your father is supposed to walk you down the aisle." Esther Elena's step mother whispered in Elena's ear, holding her back from walking forward.
"Ouch" Elena Yelp in pain from her stepmother's hold, she hastily nodded her head and stood once again. In no time Richard appeared before the crowd, he was all smiles and waves. He brought his hand forward and Elena held onto it.
The walk on the isle felt like a journey of a thousand miles meant to end her life. Elena felt no matter how hard she tried to brace herself and walk confidently, she would never be as confident as her sister.
"Walk properly Elena, we don't want anyone getting suspicious." Richard remarked, pressing his fingers on her.
Elena nodded and maintained her steps, at long last they got to the altar. While the people erupt in cheers, the bride and the groom frown unhappy at their situation.
It felt like ages before the priest finished talking, it was time to say the vows. "Do you Adrian Laurent Louis, take Elena Whitmore as your lawfully wedded ....."
"Yes, I do." The groom interrupted the priest not giving him the chance to finish talking, he raised his brows towards Elena to do the same. There was an awkward silence in the crowd, the priest lost his composure for a brief moment before he regained it once again.
"Yes, I do too." Elena whispered for only the ears of the priest and her groom. They couldn't tell who she was from her tone but the other people in the crowd would be able to tell she was a replacement, as they knew her sister's voice pretty well.
"By the power bestowed upon me, I now proclaim you man and wife! You may now kiss the bride." The priest remarked, closing the book of vows.
Elena was struck awkward by the priest's words, her gaze landed on the man sitting on the wheelchair. Her husband, he was her husband now, he wore a cold and incandescent expression on his face.
The people in the crowd cheered trying to dispense the awkward air. Adrian gazed at the crowd with a cold look in his eyes, he gestured towards the man beside him who bent to hear him speak.
"If the wedding is over, I would like to return back to the villa now."
"Ah, yes second young master." The man bowed and quickly walked towards the patriarch of the family, informing him what the second young master was demanding.
"Let the child go back, take his new wife along too. Her things will be brought by her family driver. He doesn't like the crowd, let him go." The old patriarch remarked with a wave of his hand smiling happily.
The man nodded and returned back to Adrian's side. He gestured towards Elena and asked the woman behind Elena to lead Elena on the way too. Soon the couple were out of sight.
Standing at the top of the staircase, a man clothed in black tuxedo stood with his hands akimbo. A smirk playing on his lips.
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7.1
After five years in a federal prison, framed by my stepmother and fiancé, I was finally released.
Instead of a welcome home, my stepmother tossed me a one-way ticket to Geneva and a threat: renounce the family name and disappear, or end up in the Hudson River.
When our limo was suddenly ambushed by military-grade SUVs on the highway, their cowardice almost got us killed.
I took the wheel, crashed the attackers, and saved their lives.
But the moment the danger passed, my stepmother tried to slap me, called me a psycho, and abandoned me on the desolate roadside.
My ex-fiancé later cornered me in public, trying to assert his dominance by grabbing my arm.
They still thought I was the broken girl they sent to a cage just so they could steal my dead mother's biochemical research.
I didn't feel heartbreak, only a cold, absolute certainty.
They threw me to the wolves, not realizing the federal penitentiary had burned away my capacity for mercy.
I hacked into the dark web and found out Dante Meltoni, the most dangerous Mafia Don in New York, was tearing the city apart to find a legendary underground doctor.
I am that doctor.
I walked straight into his heavily guarded fortress, pulled out a syringe, and saved his dying grandfather.
Then I looked the terrifying Don right in the eye.
"Marry me. And let me use your empire to wipe my family off the map."
9.8
Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family.
But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street.
After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began.
A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy.
Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion.
And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion.
Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets.
Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed.
Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate.
"Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all."
To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
7.0
Eight years ago, Alaina forced herself to say the most vicious, heartless things to break up with her fiercely loyal college boyfriend, protecting him from his billionaire family's wrath.
Now, she is a top maxillofacial surgeon, and Jarred Mcknight has returned as the ruthless CEO of Wall Street's most powerful corporation.
Their worlds collide in the ER, but Jarred isn't alone. He is accompanying his rumored heiress fiancée.
His eyes are pure ice. He treats Alaina with a suffocating, clinical detachment, fiercely protecting the heiress from Alaina's medical examination. The professional slap in the face shatters Alaina's heart all over again.
Later, at an exclusive restaurant, Jarred catches Alaina on a miserable, forced blind date. Still believing she left him for money and status, he publicly mocks her for working herself to the bone just to climb the ladder.
Her sleazy date, humiliated by the billionaire's sheer dominance, turns his bruised ego on Alaina. On the dark street outside, the lawyer aggressively grabs her arm, trying to force himself on her.
Alaina thought Jarred despised her. She thought he had completely moved on, leaving her to drown in the memories of the future they never had.
But why did Jarred suddenly explode from the shadows like a lethal predator, brutally snapping the lawyer's wrist just for touching her?
Pinning her trapped against the cold brick wall, Jarred's dark eyes burn with a terrifying, unhinged possessiveness.
"Is this the kind of garbage you date now?"
The eight years of separation mean nothing. The billionaire hasn't let her go, and this time, there is no escape.
7.4
For six years, I worked myself to the bone to support my "struggling artist" boyfriend, Kasen. I paid the rent on our leaky Brooklyn apartment and believed in his dream, thinking our love was real.
That all ended one rainy night when I delivered documents to an exclusive club and overheard him with his wealthy friends. Our life, he said, was just a "sociological experiment."
He wasn't poor at all. He was a trust fund heir with a fiancée in the Hamptons, waiting to close a corporate merger.
"Kaia is just a naive pet who voluntarily pays my rent," he laughed over a three-thousand-dollar glass of scotch.
He told them girls like me were so desperate we'd come crawling back for a scrap of affection. My entire world shattered.
I packed my bags and walked out that night with eighty-four dollars to my name, ready to start over. But escaping one monster only threw me to another. The next day, a predatory client tried to drug me during a business meeting.
My boss, the terrifyingly powerful CEO Camden William, intervened. But after a night of drug-induced chaos, I woke up in his bed.
He didn't offer an apology. He offered a contract. "Marry me for three years," he commanded, "and I'll give you five million dollars and make sure Kasen can never touch you again."
8.9
At twenty-three, Skyle lives a life she never chose. Abused by her cruel stepmother and stepsister, Ava, and completely ignored by the man who should protect her,her father.Skyle exists as nothing more than a shadow in her own home. To him, Ava is his only daughter.
Skyle's shattered world takes a dangerous turn when she is forced to marry Alexander Blackwood, a cold, powerful CEO, in Ava's place. Rumored to be gay and feared in business circles, Alexander is a man no woman wants,especially not Ava, who refuses the marriage meant to secure her family's fortune. Desperate, her mother pushes Skyle into the role of the bride.
Life in Alexander's mansion is no fairy tale. Skyle is treated like a servant, stripped of dignity, and pushed to the edge of despair. But fate changes everything the night Alexander, drowning in anger after losing a billion-dollar contract, comes home drunk.
One reckless night binds them forever.
Pregnant and trapped in a marriage built on lies, Skyle must face a man who never wanted her,and a future she never imagined.
Will Alexander open his heart for the sake of the unborn child, or will Skyle and her baby be discarded like everything else in her life?
Read to find out.!!!
9.1
I returned to the Reeves estate after five years in exile, not as the rightful heir, but as an outcast. My father had been dead for only a month, and my uncle Julian had already claimed his mahogany desk, his face tight with a greed he no longer bothered to hide.
Julian didn't even look up as he slid a check for a hundred thousand dollars across the wood. "A settlement," he sneered. "Sign the waiver, take your bastards, and disappear. We don't want you embarrassing the family name anymore."
One hundred thousand dollars for a legacy worth billions—it was an insult designed to draw blood. When my five-year-old twins, Leo and Mia, ran into the room, Julian looked at them with pure disgust, calling them vermin and ordering them out. He threatened that if I didn't sign, I’d be on the street in a week, stripped of the Reeves name and every penny of protection. Even the family lawyer looked away as he helped facilitate my ruin. I tore the check to shreds and walked out into a freezing deluge, shielding my children while the doors of my childhood home slammed shut behind us.
I spent years building a secret life as a high-level corporate fixer, yet when I crossed paths with Branson Reeves—the man who shared my son’s eyes—he treated me like a common gold-digger. He outbid me for the "Midnight Orchid" painting, the only piece of evidence that could bring Julian down, mocking my "thrift store" clothes while my children slept in a borrowed guest room. How could they all be so blind? How could a family be so ready to destroy its own blood for the sake of a ledger?
I was done hiding in the shadows. When Julian finally launched a hostile takeover to seize the entire empire, I walked into Branson’s penthouse, dropped my "poor niece" facade, and threw a decrypted file onto his desk.
"The game is over, Branson. Give me that painting, and I’ll show you exactly how to bury the man who thinks he's already won."