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 3
Augustina changed into a cheap, oversized hoodie the hospital nurses had bought from a discount store.
She walked out of the sliding glass doors of Cedars-Sinai. The midnight Los Angeles wind whipped her damp hair across her face.
A black Lincoln Navigator idled by the curb.
The family driver, Gus Kowalski, stood by the hood. He didn't move to open the door for her. He just chewed his gum and looked away.
Augustina didn't wait. She pulled the heavy door open herself and climbed into the very back row, squeezing into the narrowest seat.
Cindy and Kayleigh were already settled in the spacious, reclining captain's chairs in the second row. The heavy scent of Chanel No. 5 suffocated the air inside the cabin.
The SUV pulled smoothly away from the curb and merged onto the interstate heading toward Bel Air.
The interior was dead silent. The only sound was the low hum of the climate control system.
Cindy couldn't handle the quiet. She turned slightly in her seat, her tone dripping with condescension.
"Your behavior in front of those nurses was appalling," Cindy scolded. "Gulping water down like a refugee. You have no concept of high society etiquette."
Kayleigh reached out and gently patted Cindy's hand.
"Don't be too hard on her, Mom," Kayleigh said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "She just doesn't know any better."
Kayleigh paused, making sure Augustina was listening. "By the way, Mom, I need to go to the Ivy League alumni fitting tomorrow morning. The tailor is flying in from Milan."
It was a blatant display of power. A reminder of the elite resources and status Augustina would never touch.
Augustina leaned her head against the cold glass of the window. She didn't even blink.
She watched the streetlights blur past, her mind already calculating how fast she could liquidate whatever assets she could grab and disappear.
Cindy frowned. Augustina's lack of reaction felt like a direct challenge to her authority.
Cindy twisted her body around to glare at the back row.
"Are you listening to me?" Cindy snapped. "Tomorrow morning, you will stand in the living room and formally apologize to Kayleigh in front of the entire family."
Augustina slowly turned her head.
Her dark eyes locked onto Cindy in the dim light of the cabin.
She kept her voice completely flat, devoid of any emotion.
"No."
Cindy gasped. Her hand flew to her chest. She couldn't believe this girl, who usually craved her approval like a starving dog, had just flat-out refused.
Kayleigh's fingernails dug hard into her own palms. A flicker of genuine panic crossed her face.
In the driver's seat, Gus glanced in the rearview mirror. He shook his head in disgust, assuming this was just another pathetic cry for attention.
Before Cindy could scream, the Navigator took a sharp turn. The tires crunched onto the private driveway of the Bel Air estate.
Massive wrought-iron gates swung open, revealing a sprawling, brightly lit European-style mansion.
The SUV stopped in front of a towering fountain. Two rows of servants stood at attention on the front steps, holding umbrellas.
Gus threw the car into park and rushed out. He opened the doors for Cindy and Kayleigh, holding a large umbrella over their heads to shield them from the drizzle.
Augustina pushed open her own door.
She stepped out. Her foot landed squarely in a deep puddle on the stone pavement.
The freezing water instantly soaked through her cheap canvas shoes, chilling her toes to the bone. She didn't even look down.
A butler rushed forward, handing Kayleigh a warm, thick towel. He completely ignored Augustina, leaving her standing in the rain.
Augustina tilted her head back and stared at the massive structure.
This was the cage that had buried her dignity in her past life.
She took a deep breath of the cold air. Her jaw set. She walked up the pristine white marble steps with heavy, deliberate strides.
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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?