Married to the Tyrant in a Wheelchair
My boyfriend and stepsister murdered me for my inheritance, their celebratory kiss a final insult above my broken body on the rain-slicked concrete of the port.
As my soul floated inches from my own face, a tyrant the world knew only as a disfigured cripple, Charles Moses, arrived with a team of soldiers.
He ignored my killers, who were now begging for their lives. Instead, he fell to his knees in the mud and blood.
He cradled my lifeless head in his hands, and a gut-wrenching sob of pure agony tore from his throat before he carried my body into the black ocean.
As the water closed over us, I didn't understand. Why did this monster, a man I had never met, weep for me as if I was his entire world?
My eyes snapped open. I was five years in the past, coughing up water in a hospital bed. It was the night my family screamed at me for ruining my stepsister's dress after she'd tried to drown me.
When they offered to marry me off to the "crippled monster" Charles Moses to save my perfect stepsister from that fate, I didn't fight them.
I smiled and said yes.
This time, I would walk straight into the lion's den myself.
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Chapter 2
Augustina coughed so hard her ribs ached.
The sudden movement yanked the IV needle taped to the back of her hand. A sharp pinch of pain grounded her.
She wiped her mouth with a trembling arm and looked around.
The room was vast and silent, filled with equipment she'd never seen outside of movies. A small, engraved plaque on the wall read 'The Cedars-Sinai Presidential Suite.' The name meant little to her, but the sheer luxury screamed money and power.
Her eyes darted to the digital clock on the bedside table. The red numbers displayed the date.
Her pupils shrank. Her breath hitched in her throat.
It was five years ago.
The memories crashed into her brain like a physical blow. This was the night of the charity gala. The night she almost drowned shortly after being brought back to the Hogan family.
In her past life, Kayleigh had deliberately pushed her into the deep end of the pool. Then, Kayleigh ran to the press, crying that Augustina had tried to drag her down and murder her.
The sharp click-clack of high heels hitting marble echoed from the hallway outside.
Augustina didn't hesitate. She grabbed the plastic tubing of the IV and ripped the needle out of her vein.
A thick drop of dark blood rolled down her pale skin and stained the pure white bedsheets.
She pushed off the mattress. Her bare feet hit the cold floor.
She walked over to the window and peered through the narrow slits of the blinds.
Out in the hallway, her legal mother, Cindy Hogan, was wrapping a cashmere shawl around Kayleigh's shoulders. Cindy was rubbing Kayleigh's arms, whispering soothing words.
A few feet away, her father, Felton Hogan, was aggressively pointing a finger at the hospital director. He was demanding they suppress any media leaks about the scandal.
Her second brother, Dustin, stood against the wall. He yanked at his silk tie, his face red with frustration.
"She's a curse," Dustin spat out. "A piece of trash we dragged out of the slums. We should have left her in The Warrens."
Augustina listened to the venom in his voice. In her past life, those words would have made her chest tight with panic. She would have cried, begging for their love.
Now, her stomach didn't even flutter. She felt nothing but a cold, clinical detachment.
She turned away from the blinds and walked into the private bathroom.
She turned on the faucet and splashed freezing water onto her face.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was young. Her skin wasn't scarred by years of torture. Her eyes weren't dead yet.
A slow, chilling smile curled the corners of her lips.
The sound of the door handle turning echoed in the room.
Augustina quickly stepped out of the bathroom. She stood perfectly straight beside the hospital bed.
The door swung open. Cindy stormed in, her face tight with suppressed rage.
Cindy didn't ask if her lungs hurt. She didn't ask if she was okay.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Cindy hissed. "You ruined Kayleigh's limited-edition dress. You humiliated us in front of the entire board!"
Felton walked in right behind her. His eyes were hard and calculating.
"You will sign a statement for the press," Felton ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You will admit you slipped and fell. If you don't, I will cut off every cent of your allowance."
Dustin leaned against the doorframe. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at her like she was a stain on the floor.
Kayleigh hid behind Cindy's shoulder. Her eyes were red and puffy, but a tiny, mocking smirk played on her lips.
Augustina didn't cry. She didn't try to explain that Kayleigh pushed her.
She calmly reached over to the bedside table and picked up a heavy glass of water.
Dustin tensed. He took a step forward, his fists clenching, fully expecting her to throw it.
Instead, Augustina tilted her head back. She drank the ice-cold water in three long gulps, soothing her raw throat.
She set the glass down with a soft clink.
She looked at the four of them. Her dark eyes swept over their faces with the indifference of looking at strangers on a subway.
"Fine," Augustina said. Her voice was hoarse, but steady. "I'll sign it."
The room fell dead silent.
Felton blinked. Cindy's mouth parted slightly. They were entirely unprepared for this level of submission from the usually rebellious girl.
Kayleigh's smirk vanished. Suspicion flashed in her eyes. She stepped forward, extending a hand to play the victim. "Gussie, I'm so glad you understand-"
Augustina shifted her weight, dodging the touch completely.
She shot Kayleigh a look so sharp and hollow that Kayleigh physically flinched, a shiver running down her spine.
Felton cleared his throat, assuming his threat had finally broken her spirit. "Good. I'll have the lawyers draft it immediately."
"I have one condition," Augustina said flatly. "After I sign it, I am leaving this hospital. I want to go back to the estate tonight."
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9.3
Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine.
But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him.
When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement.
I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive.
I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras.
"That was for my father and brother."
Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.
8.7
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
7.5
I run my family's political dynasty with an iron fist. From my father’s Senate votes to my own calculated engagement, every move is mine to control.
Then, in a single evening, my ambitious stepmother made her play. She used our housekeeper as a spy and orchestrated a scandal involving my fiancé and stepsister, designed to shatter my reputation and power.
They thought they could break me. Within twelve hours, the spy was dead on the marble floor of my foyer. My fiancé’s family was blackmailed into silence. My stepsister was exiled to a Swiss boarding school, and I stripped my own father of his authority for his weakness.
As for my stepmother, Bronte, I had her declared mentally unstable and forcibly taken to a remote facility in Montana, completely cut off from the world.
Everyone saw a cold-hearted coup, but they didn't know the secret I held. I had proof that Bronte had systematically orchestrated my brother’s death years ago, all to position her own son to inherit everything. This wasn't about power; it was vengeance.
But winning the war at home has put me on a much deadlier board. Now, I'm preparing for a dinner with Eldridge Marsh—the most dangerous man in Washington—who wants to decide if I'm a player he can use, or a threat he needs to destroy.
8.7
At eighteen years old, Estelle is kicked out of the only place she knew as home. With nowhere left to go, she goes toward Club Paradise, a place that offers the basic amenities she lacks: food, clothes, shelter, and a well-paying job.
***
The room was thick with smoke and muted chatter, but the moment Antonio D'Amico's eyes landed on her, the world narrowed to just her.
Estelle froze, heart hammering, as if some unseen force had pulled her into his gaze. He didn't move at first, simply studied her with a cold, calculating intensity that sent a shiver straight down her spine.
One night with him shifts the course of her life forever. Something in him fractures; obsession blooms, dangerous, consuming and he decides to take her away, forever.
***
What will happen to Estelle? Will her fortune finally turn around, or is she about to experience hell... and an unexpected, forbidden bond growing inside the darkness?
8.9
The mangled car teetered on the cliff's edge, my leg crushed, gasoline fumes thick in the air. My husband, Holden, stood safe on the highway, directing the rescue – but not for me. He was saving her, the woman in the passenger seat, leaving me and our unborn child to the ocean below.
I woke trapped in the crushed Maybach, leg pinned. The cliff loomed; the driver's seat was empty.
Holden, safe outside, directed paramedics past me to Giana, his "most valuable asset," ordering her rescue first.
I watched him comfort Giana, oblivious, as the car slid. My baby barely viable. Holden offered a black card for silence; Giana gloated.
Ten years of devotion, a cruel lie. Rage fueled me: how could he abandon his wife and child?
I swore a venomous oath: never again an accessory. I flicked his card away, shielded my pregnancy, and promised my baby escape.
7.1
Perry Lake never believed in fate, especially not when it came to love. To take revenge on her cold, power-hungry father, she broke off her engagement to Richard Scott, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Bloodmoon Pack. Walking away from that world should have meant freedom.
But one impulsive night changes everything.
Perry walked into Richard's room to end things. She never expected to end up in the bed of a stranger-an Alpha who overwhelmed her senses. Even worse, the Moon Goddess has bound them as fated mates.
Now, torn between the desire to escape and the pull of a bond she can't deny, Perry must face a destiny she never wanted-with the man she tried hardest to forget. But can love bloom where betrayal and secrets still linger?