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 4
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.
Dr. Claire's lips curled into a smirk, "When are you going to tell your wife? That you can walk perfectly well? And that your legs are not damaged?"
"Master doesn't need to tell this to the young miss, the young miss just came into the villa. What if she is a spy?" Elias retorted with a frown.
"Not everyone is a spy like you Elias, people vary." Dr. Claire shot back with cold eyes.
Elias swallowed, guilt flashed through his eyes for a moment before it disappeared. In the past, before he had joined the team, he was a spy who came to invade them and he had used Dr. Claire as his means of information and getting into the house.
"I'm sorry." Elias muttered with a choked throat. Dr. Claire gazed at him before humming and turning away.
"That's enough for both of you. I will decide if she needs to know, for now Elena is better off not knowing anything." Adrian silenced the both of them.
He walked around and sat on the black chair that was skillfully and specially made for him, running his hands through the files, he picked out a particular one.
"Go through this file and get whatever is left done. I need it tomorrow." Adrian remarked throwing the file at Elias, Elias was quick to catch hold of the file too. He nodded his head and hurried out of the room.
"What did you find, Dr. Claire? After the checkup?" Adrian questioned Dr. Claire, he had made an observation earlier which he had talked to Dr. Claire about.
"Aside from not having any physical pain, I checked her blood type and it seems to be different from the members of her supposed family, she seems to be from a different family." Dr. Claire remarked standing straight.
"Another family... Mmmm... Let's keep this information to ourselves for now, find out everything about her background and which family she belongs to and let me know about it." Adrian responded by reading through his files.
"Okay master." Dr. Claire replied and skipped out of the office, her favorite part of her work was finding and linking things. Like a puzzle, it made her happy whenever she did it.
Vanessa walked into her Manager's office with a pissed expression on her face. She stumped her foot and took a seat on the couch. In a few minutes, her manager walked in too with an equally pissed expression adorning her face.
"What the hell is wrong with them? I said I wanted this deal but it was given to someone else. Not just anyone, the mysterious singer?"
"Is F Company so small now that they can't even buy a deal for me?" Vanessa ranted, tapping her feet continuously on the ground.
"I am no less mad than you are. I thought you spoke to the CEO? So what's happening? They can't even get such a small deal for you, then what's the use of staying in this company?" Vanessa's manager said too, pacing up and down.
"Dad asked me to get that deal so I can stay out of the country for a while, the foolish company failed to get it. Now that my brainless sister is married to that crippled man, I can live my life freely as I want but they don't want me to."
"I should go and meet the CEO again, he has some explaining to do." Vanessa screamed hitting the couch.
"Take it easy Vanessa, going to the CEO now won't solve anything. You already went to see him once but he didn't give you a face, he only gave you a face before because you were the fiancée of the Second young master of the Louis Family."
"You can't go to him now without any identity, he would blatantly refuse to see you. I suggest you go home now and wait till it is resolved or you ask your father to speak to him." The manager remarked thoughtfully.
Vanessa was furious, she was mad at everyone. She wanted this deal to do much, it would boost her popularity and give her more fame but right under her eyes it was snatched by a mysterious singer!
Someone she didn't even know! "Ahhhhhhhh fuck it"! Vanessa picked up her bag and keys in anger and stormed out of the office. Vanessa didn't wait and she ended up forgetting her face mask on the couch, she rushed out like that. Her manager shook her head helplessly.
"Don't forget to cover up so you won't get photographed by the media." Vanessa's manager yelled after her but it all fell on deaf ears, she sighed. She had to get to work now. If not, then she would be fired soon.
Outside the Manager's office, three girls stood in a corner, the red colored hair girl among them smirked. She wiped her shirt and gestured to the others to follow her, so she had been getting distracted all this while because of her lack of connection.
And the supposed daughter in law of the Louis Family was here, while someone got married in her place. A cold glint flashed through her eyes, it was going to be an interesting topic on the net....
Soon the girls disappeared from the corridor.
Vanessa's manager tried to call everyone she could think of to help Vanessa in getting the deal that she wanted but nothing was going through, even after 45 minutes, she still had gotten no promising response. Annoyed, she crashed on the couch.
She Picked up the remote control, she turned on the TV and switched channels till she got to entertainment news, searching for something to keep her mind off her failure.
"NEWS FLASH: THE FAMOUS SUPERSTAR Vanessa Whitmore WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE GOTTEN MARRIED WAS SEEN DRIVING AROUND THE CITY. IT IS ALLEGED THAT THE SECOND YOUNG MASTER WAS DECEIVED BY HER."
"What is the meaning of this? How did this get out! How!!" Richard yelled, throwing the remote control to the wall. The remote control smashed against the wall and broke into bits.
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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."