Love the disabled tycoon
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She thought she was marrying the handsome second young master of New York's most powerful family. Instead, she got his older brother, a cold and wheelchair-bound tycoon who wants nothing to do with her.
One wrong move, and her family loses everything.
Trapped in a gilded cage with a husband who pushes her away at every turn, Giselle has no choice but to stay. She tells herself this is just survival. But the closer she gets to Reid, the more she realizes something about him doesn't add up. Beneath the ice, there are moments of unexpected warmth. Beneath the darkness, there are secrets he will kill to protect.
What if the man who claims he cannot walk is hiding the truth?
Love the disabled tycoon Chapter 1
The night was late at the Theophilus family estate-the leading clan of New York-which was still busy seeing off guests. In the wedding suite upstairs, Giselle Yashashree had not yet removed her bridal gown. She sat on the bed, anxiously clenching her hands.
An unknown amount of time passed before a sound came from outside the door. Giselle's entire body grew tense, and the image of a man sitting in a wheelchair was a mere blur in her downcast eyes. She could not see the man's features clearly as the lights in the room had been extinguished.
In the darkness, her sense of hearing became incredibly acute, and the sound of him pushing the wheelchair was exceptionally clear. Hearing the movement and vaguely sensing the man's direction, Giselle grew even more nervous. She lightly licked her pink lips and spoke up. "Could you turn on the light? I can't see anything."
"It is very late, and I want to bathe." Reid Theophilus's voice was incredibly cold, as if he had been raised in an ice cellar. The sound alone was enough to make one shiver. For a man with paralyzed legs who never left the house to meet anyone and lived in gloom all day, saying he had emerged from an ice cellar was an understatement.
Hearing Reid's words, Giselle hesitated. There were only the two of them in the room, and since his legs were not functional, he clearly meant for her to help him bathe. However, she had not yet processed the fact that he had become her husband.
Seeing Giselle remain motionless, he spoke again. "Come here and help me."
His voice carried a command that brooked no refusal, and it was several degrees colder than before. An hour ago, the Theophilus family had warned her: if Reid showed even a hint of dissatisfaction, the Yashashree family would not receive a single penny. She had married into the Theophilus family specifically for the money.
Giselle stood up hesitantly. "I haven't even taken off my wedding dress yet, so it's very inconvenient. Who used to help you bathe before? I'll go call them for you."
She wanted to stall. Her mind was becoming increasingly chaotic, so she used what little sobriety she had left to negotiate with him.
"Did no one tell you why I married you?" He had lost the last of his patience and pushed his wheelchair closer to press her.
It was true that no one had told her. She had been busy with the wedding all day, and it wasn't until she was sent to this room that she realized her husband wasn't the second young master of the Theophilus family, Flynn Theophilus. The Theophilus family members had only given her a few threats so she wouldn't provoke Reid.
Initially, her mother thought it was a stroke of luck that the Theophilus family accepted her as a daughter-in-law. If she became a wealthy young mistress, the family company could receive help from the Theophilus family to overcome its current crisis. She just never expected the person she married would be the wheelchair-bound Reid.
He approached so closely that she could feel the coldness radiating from him. She could refuse to accept this marriage; after all, the Theophilus family had committed marriage fraud. She could leave the Theophilus family house right now.
Having made her decision, Giselle straightened her back and gathered the courage to speak. "I didn't know the person I was marrying was you."
"If you want to get out, then get out quickly." His icy voice was laced with impatience. This wife wasn't the person he wanted to marry either.
Giselle could have walked away, but her feet felt glued to the floor. She had married into the Theophilus family for her mother and for the Yashashree family company. If she left now, everything would be destroyed.
What should she do? Spend the rest of her life with a man in a wheelchair, or let the Yashashree family decline and watch her mother wash her face with tears?
Thinking of this, she slowly stepped toward Reid. Her voice was clear as she accepted her fate. "I will help you bathe."
Inside the wedding suite, she saw Reid push his wheelchair toward the bathroom without looking at her. Giselle took off her wedding dress first and changed into a nightgown.
Helping someone else bathe was a first for Giselle. However, she usually bathed the dog at home, so helping Reid would probably be similar. She filled the bathtub with water first.
The bathroom wasn't brightly lit, with only a faint fluorescent light on the wall. This light was perfect for Giselle; she could see the silhouette of the person but not his face clearly, which helped avoid embarrassment.
By the dim light, Reid saw her exquisite, lovely, heart-shaped face. She seemed very thin, and when she leaned over, her sexy collarbones were visible. She put her hand in the tub to test the temperature, patiently mixing the hot water.
Once the water was ready, she turned back to look at him with almond eyes and a cute nose and mouth. The steam flushed her face a rosy red, like a lotus flower floating on the water.
Giselle bit her lip and finally managed to squeeze out a few words. "Um, do you need my help to undress as well?"
After saying those words, Giselle wished she could bite her tongue. She should have just stood aside like a wooden statue, waiting for his orders before taking any action.
"Come here," Reid spat out those few words.
She did not know why he was so cold. Even when he said nothing, it was enough to strike fear into Giselle's heart. She took agonizingly slow steps toward him and reached out to help him undress.
As for the trousers...
"Can you take off your trousers yourself?" The moment she asked this, she immediately felt regret. A person with paralyzed legs could likely only manage to undress their upper body alone.
Reid did not answer her question; he simply stared at her intently while she remained motionless. To help him remove his trousers, would she have to support him so he could stand up?
"Can you hold onto the wheelchair to stand?" Giselle looked at him, completely flustered. This was the only solution she could think of. If the lights had been bright enough, he would have seen her face flushed deep red.
Seeing that Reid did not speak, she stepped forward to support him. Supporting him required immense effort, and her entire body swayed unsteadily.
She gritted her teeth and asked, "You are so heavy. How many people usually help you bathe?"
When he didn't answer, she continued, "If I have to help you bathe from now on, I'll have to find a way. Maybe buy you a cane."
"Get out." Reid's voice was like ice as he flung away the hands that were touching him.
Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze over. The last syllable of her sentence was cut short, and she had to swallow her words. Pushed by him, she stumbled and fell forward, her head slamming into the edge of the bathtub.
"It hurts." She knitted her brows tightly, reaching up to rub her forehead with a groan.
Without any warning, Reid had flown into a rage and shoved her away. Because of where she fell, her forehead had struck the rim of the tub. At that moment, Giselle felt her head spin. She didn't even realize how her words had offended him as her vision gradually went dark.
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Love the disabled tycoon of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
8.0
Elva used a spare key card to quietly enter the hotel penthouse, only to find her boyfriend of two years panting heavily on the king-sized bed with her own cousin.
Instead of showing remorse, her cousin shamelessly mocked her background, while her ex aggressively lunged at her to destroy the photographic evidence she had just captured.
"You think you can just walk away? Warren already made the deal. By next week, you're being shipped off to marry that fifty-two-year-old crippled freak from the Ramirez family!"
Her ex spat the words to threaten her, and the nightmare only escalated when Elva returned to her uncle's estate, where Warren confirmed he was indeed selling her off for a business connection.
Her family eagerly joined the abuse, threatening to permanently freeze her late mother's trust fund and even plotting to secretly drug her morning milk so she couldn't fight back when the groom's family arrived.
They looked at her like a pathetic, orphaned burden they could bleed dry, fully expecting her to drop to her knees, cry, and accept her miserable fate without a single word of defiance.
But they had no idea that just hours ago, Elva had already signed a marriage certificate with Bronson Ramirez, the undisputed billionaire king of the dynasty, and she was stepping into the living room ready to watch their greedy world burn.
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.
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
8.8
Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.
He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit.
"Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega."
I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf.
Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.
Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.
He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.
He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.
On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."
Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.
And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.
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