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 2
Standing at the top of the staircase, a man clothed in black tuxedo stood with his hands akimbo. A smirk playing on his lips.
"Young Master, why are you standing there? Please come in, I miss you already." A voice said in the empty. The man smiled one last time before turning and disappearing into the distance.
The journey to her new home felt like hell, it was painstakingly slow and tendinous. The air inside the car was stifling and it was an awkward moment. Elena felt the need to move seats but she could not, as the bride she had to sit with her husband.
Casting her gaze to her husband, he was on his laptop typing furiously. His fingers were long, fair and beautiful. They stood out perfectly well from his body. His fingers weren't the only outstanding thing about his body though.
His eyes, she had not noticed it before but his eyes were brown in color. It looked like a golden brown, if there was anything like that, Elena thought to herself. His skin was fair and attractive, not only that he has a cool aura around him too.
Elena was lost in checking her new husband out that she failed to realize he was gazing back at her.
Adrian stared at the woman behind the veil, although her veil obstructed his view he could still feel the nervousness and tension in her body. He had noticed it earlier too when she was walking to the altar with her father beside her.
She was nervous and he had caught her rubbing her fingers nervously. He was supposed to be married to the supposed famous superstar in the city. He had already figured that the one he married was a replacement of the famous sister. He could tell that she was a beautiful lady, even though he couldn't get a clear view of her face.
He found Vanessa Whitmore disgusting, the fake smiles she had on tv, hidden behind her eyes, is one who is always filled with contempt most of the time. He could discern people's intentions even from afar.
Staring at the petite figure of the woman he was married to, he already had an idea of who she was. The hidden daughter of Richard. The daughter who lived in the countryside for years, only to return a few years ago.
Adrian brought himself out of his thoughts, he didn't have time to ponder on that now. He would do that later, for now he had other important things. Clearing his throat, he got the attention of his bride. His eyes pierced into hers and he watched how she quickly looked away.
Elena scolded herself, she could not believe she had gotten herself lost in him.... Clearing her throat, Elena focused her attention on the road.
Adrian threw his bride a side gaze before returning his attention back to his laptop. In a moment, the car swirled towards one side of the road.
Adrian's eyes turned cold, even today they decided not to give him a break. "Go head on, do not falter."
Elena turned around wondering if he was talking to her only to see the driver nod, "What's going on?" Elena asked, taking note of the sudden change in the air.
Adrian's expression remained cold, his eyes remained on the road. Suddenly he turned around with his upper body and with his hands, he pulled Elena into his embrace.
Everything turned dark, total darkness before Elena could make sense of everything that's happening.
Elena woke up finding herself on the bed, she sat up drowsily wiping her face, her eyes ran around the room in a moment.
Her head turned around her, she could not understand how she ended up on the bed. One moment they were on the road and then after that she couldn't remember what happened.
"Young Mistress, how do you feel?" A woman asked, walking into the room, she placed a glass of juice on the table beside Elena, her lips curled into a smile.
Elena raised her eyes and they fell on the woman, "Who are you? Where is this?" Elena questioned staring at the woman warily, a sense of danger over clouding her.
The woman burst out laughing, she sat on the bed and took out her ID from her pants. "Here you go. My name is Dr. Claire, head doctor of this villa."
"By the way, you are in Apple's Villa. This villa belongs to your husband, Second young master Adrian." Dr. Claire explained with a smile. Her short brown hair danced on her shoulders.
The sense of urgency in Elena dropped a bit, she mouthed an 'oh' and nodded her head.
"So how are you feeling, young Mistress? Do you feel sore anywhere?" Dr. Claire questioned worried, although she had done a check up on the lady and found that everything was okay.
"Ermmmmm I'm fine, except my foot. I feel sore on my foot, I think maybe the heels I wore caused the soreness I'm feeling on my feet." Elena answered by bringing her legs out of the bed cover.
Dr. Claire couldn't help but laugh, she was talking about something so serious but the young lady was just talking about her legs.
She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted, "Dr. Claire prepared an ointment for her legs."
Elena raised her head, her gaze fell on the man sitting on the wheelchair, the wheelchair slowly rolled on the ground till it arrived beside the bed.
"Yes Young Master." Dr. Claire answered, stinking out her tongue as she walked out of the room.
Elena was quick to stand up from the bed, she stood in front of her husband. It was then she realized that her veil was gone and no longer with her.
"Elena Whitmore, second daughter of Richard. Lived in the countryside for years, returned to the city a few years ago. Useless according to the news, clumsy and easy to bully." Adrian muttered like he was reciting a recitation given to him.
Elena stifled, her eyes turned nervous, her heartbeats accelerated too. She fell back on the bed, sitting with her hand balled into a tight fist, she clenched the bed sheet so hard.
"You! You knew! Please don't be angry with my dad, he only did this because my sister doesn't want to get married to you so he sent me instead". Elena quickly tried to explain with her head bowed down. She was scared of the consequences her father would face if her husband got angry.
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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."