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 4
Augustina walked into the lavishly decorated living room.
Her soaked canvas shoes left a trail of muddy, wet footprints across the priceless Persian rug.
Her eldest brother, Preston, sat on a French tufted sofa. He lowered his copy of the Wall Street Journal, his eyes narrowing in disgust at the mud on the floor.
Felton sat in the oversized leather armchair at the head of the room. He held a crystal glass of whiskey. His face was dark as a thundercloud.
The moment Cindy stepped into the room, she started shrieking.
"Felton! You won't believe the attitude on her in the car!" Cindy pointed a shaking finger at Augustina. "She refused to apologize!"
Kayleigh squeezed her eyes shut, forcing a few tears to spill over her lashes. She shrank back against the wall, playing the terrified victim flawlessly.
Dustin slammed his hands down on a side table and shot up to his feet.
"Get on your knees right now and apologize to Mom!" Dustin roared, his face turning purple.
Augustina didn't look at him. She walked straight past the sofas, heading directly for the crystal wet bar in the center of the room.
She picked up a heavy Baccarat crystal tumbler and filled it to the brim with ice cubes and cold water.
Preston scoffed. "Look at her. No manners at all. She doesn't even answer when spoken to."
Augustina turned around, holding the freezing glass.
She walked slowly toward the sofa where Kayleigh was pretending to cry.
Everyone watched her, assuming she was just thirsty.
Augustina stopped right in front of Kayleigh. Without a single change in her facial expression, she flipped her wrist.
The entire glass of ice water poured directly over Kayleigh's perfectly styled hair.
Kayleigh let out a blood-curdling scream. The freezing water ruined her makeup, sending black mascara running down her cheeks. The ice cubes bounced off her shoulders and scattered across the rug.
Cindy screamed in horror, covering her mouth with both hands.
Felton slammed his whiskey glass down on the coffee table so hard the liquor splashed out.
"You bitch!" Dustin bellowed.
He charged at Augustina like an enraged bull, pulling his fist back to strike her face.
Augustina's eyes hardened. Her body reacted with the pure, violent instinct she had honed in the slums of The Warrens.
She swiftly pivoted her hips and sidestepped to the left.
Dustin swung at empty air. His momentum carried him forward, and he stumbled, slamming his chest hard against the marble bar. He gasped, the wind knocked out of him, collapsing to the floor in a heap of humiliated rage rather than agony.
Preston jumped up, ready to intervene, but he froze in his tracks.
Augustina had casually picked up a silver letter opener from the bar. She flipped it between her fingers.
The sharp, pointed blade caught the light of the crystal chandelier, gleaming with a cold, lethal threat.
The room fell into a dead, heavy silence. The only sounds were Kayleigh's sobbing and Dustin's pained gasps.
Augustina looked down at them from her position by the bar.
"Don't pretend you care about me," Augustina said, her voice slicing through the room like ice. "I know the maids put moldy food in my room. I know you only brought me back to maintain your pathetic philanthropist image for the board."
Felton's face turned a dangerous shade of red. He realized, in that exact moment, that this girl was completely out of his control.
He stood up, his chest heaving.
"If you want to act like a wild animal," Felton threatened, his voice shaking with rage, "I will cut off your trust fund. I will throw you out on the street tonight."
The corner of Augustina's mouth twitched upward into a mocking smile.
She slammed the silver letter opener down.
Thwack.
The blade sank deep into the expensive mahogany coffee table, vibrating from the force.
Cindy flinched violently, pressing herself into the sofa cushions.
Augustina stared dead into Felton's eyes.
"Exactly what I want," she said, emphasizing every syllable.
She leaned forward. "Draft the papers. I want to sever all legal ties. I don't want to carry the Hogan name for another second."
Felton narrowed his eyes. He stared at her defiant face. Slowly, a dark, malicious smirk spread across his lips.
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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?