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 3
"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.
Although her husband was just an handicapped man in the Louis Family, he was still a member of the biggest family in the city. "Please, please, don't get upset. I am pleading on my father's behalf."
Adrian stared at the girl before him with a blank expression, she was pleading for her father instead of getting mad for being made to get married to an handicapped man for her sister's sake.
"Elena Whitmore, it is said that you have a fiancé and that fiancé is the eldest young master of the Louis Family. Why would you leave him behind and instead go after an handicapped man?"
Elena turned puzzled, she raised her head and gazed at the man sitting down. "Huh?"
"You can't understand something so simple? Isn't your fiancé the eldest young master of the Louis Family? I heard you and him are so in love to the point he sends you flowers daily."
"Why would you leave the heir to an empire, the love of your life and the man of your dreams to marry an handicapped man in place of your sister?" Adrian asked coldly, gazing at her. Her innocent expression seemed so annoying to him.
"I love him, I do not know if he loves me but then my father asked me for a favour so I had to fulfill it. Moreover, it doesn't matter honestly." Elena replied with a calm expression, a light flashed through her eyes that didn't go unnoticed by Adrian.
"Or were you sent by him? To monitor what I do? Watch over me like a puppet or kill me?" Adrian pressed further still not satisfied with her answer.
Elena frowned, "I am only here because my father asked me for a favour, nothing more, nothing less. I am married to you and not interested in anyone else."
"The moment I said I did at the altar, I meant it and forgot about everything else. Now, you are my husband and I am your wife. Elena Whitmore Louis." Elena replied with a firm tone.
Adrian's lips curled into a smirk, "No, you are not Elena Whitmore Louis, you are Elena Adrian Laurent. That's what and who you are."
"Remember that and let it stick in there. Till you are married to me, you are going to answer that name." Adrian remarked his expression lightening up a bit.
"Get rest, you must be tired from the wedding and the drive here. Dr. Claire will be here soon with the ointment, apply that and go to sleep." Adrian remarked before wheeling his wheelchair out of the room.
Elena sat shaken on the bed, she gazed at the door. She was Elena Adrian Laurent, she finally had an identity. After so many years, her lips thinned into a little smile before it broadened further.
"A new beginning.." Elena whispered to herself, she could not help but remember what she heard this morning. If she did not hear it, she would have continued being a fool and blind by their love display.
Now, she was going to find a life for herself that didn't involve them.
"You are smiling, it seems you have fallen in love with our young master, that was fast." Dr. Claire remarked with a teasing smile on her lips as walked into the room, she placed the ointment on the bedside table.
Elena raised her head and returned her expression back to it being plain. "I do not know what you are talking about. You are a doctor, what are you doing in the mansion? Aren't you supposed to be working?" Elena changed the topic.
Dr. Claire giggled, it seemed she was fond of giggling, she had a beautiful giggle anyway so it was alright. "Indeed, I am a doctor that does not work. All I do is stay in my house till I am called here."
"Oh, so you are a private doctor. It must be boring then, I believe most doctors like to stay around lots of sick patients." Elena remarked, picking up the ointment from the table.
"Of course, lots of doctors love that. But I do not, I am that doctor that prefers staying all alone in my house and enjoying karaoke and barbecue." Dr. Claire replied, smiling widely.
"That's weird, unless maybe you are getting so much to work as a private doctor."
"If I say, your husband is the reason I am a doctor, will you believe me? This might sound weird but he is the reason I am a doctor indeed, I decided to treat him long ago." Dr. Claire answered by cutting the words short, she didn't want to dive into the past.
"Hmmmm" Elena nodded her head, it seems her husband has a lot of admirers and people willing to forfeit their lives for him.
Dr. Claire only smiled at her, she stood up and excused herself from the room. Walking through the corridor, she arrived outside a black door, she knocked on the door and it was pushed open.
"Elias, where's your master?" Dr. Claire questioned, her expression morphed into a cold one seeing Elias standing there.
"He went in to clean himself, he will be out soon. The blood from the car accident has dried to his skin." Elias replied, staring at Dr. Claire from head to toe.
Soon, the study door was pushed open. Adrian rolled his wheelchair into the office, his hair was still wet and the clothes on him were also wet.
"Dr. Claire."
"Elias."
"Master, are you alright? You didn't let me check up on your wounds, it will leave a scar once again if you continue like this."
"It doesn't matter. I already have enough scars, an additional scar won't make much difference." Adrian remarked, his eyes looked dead as he stared at his two trustees.
Placing his legs down from the wheels of the chair, he stretched them and then slowly he stood up on his feet.
He was tall, very tall. His long legs stood steady on the ground, although he appeared short sitting, it was not the case while he was standing.
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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."