Marrying The Crippled Billionaire For Revenge
I was the top trauma surgeon at the city’s busiest hospital until my family decided I was nothing more than a disposal fee. I stood in my father’s mahogany-lined study, staring at a two-hundred-thousand-dollar check that was meant to buy my silence and my dignity.
"Sign the confession, Aurelia," my father demanded, the silver cigar cutter snapping with a violent finality. They wanted me to take the fall for a medical error I never committed, all to protect my sister Dominique’s image before her high-profile merger with the Blackburn family.
When I refused to sign my life away, the betrayal turned lethal. My sister planted a priceless sapphire heirloom in my bag and called the security team to search me in front of my ex-fiancé. My mother watched with cold indifference as I was branded a thief, and my father threatened to pull the plug on my grandmother’s nursing home payments by noon if I didn't vanish.
I was thrown out into a freezing rainstorm with a revoked medical license, a battered suitcase, and exactly forty-two dollars to my name. Even the man I once loved looked at me with pity, believing I had stooped to grand larceny because I was jealous of my sister’s success.
I stood at a bus stop, shivering and broken, wondering how my own blood could trade my truth for a corporate PR stunt. They had taken my career, my home, and my reputation, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back and a burning need for justice.
Desperate to protect my grandmother, I sought out the one man they all feared: Avery Blackburn, the "monster" CEO rumored to be a brain-damaged vegetable. But the man I found in the shadows of the VIP wing wasn't a victim; he was a wolf waiting for the right moment to strike.
"I need a shield, and you need a wife," he rasped, sliding a titanium card across the desk. I didn't hesitate to sign the marriage certificate. The Blanchards think they’ve discarded a liability, but they’re about to find out what happens when you give a desperate surgeon a billionaire’s scalpel.
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Chapter 7
Avery Blackburn sat in the darkness of the garden path. The motorized wheelchair hummed beneath him, a beast of carbon fiber and steel.
He wasn't paralyzed. His legs worked fine. But the chair was a perfect prop. People became invisible when they sat in a chair. No one looked at the cripple; they looked over him.
He adjusted the earpiece in his left ear. The directional microphone pointed at Genevieve's open window was picking up every word.
"Better a monster you can use..."
Avery's lip curled. Another gold digger. Another woman looking to climb his broken body to get to his bank account.
"Do you want me to intervene, sir?" Liam's voice came through the comms. Liam was standing fifty feet back, hidden in the shadows.
"No," Avery whispered. "Let me listen."
He watched through the gap in the hedges. He saw Aurelia. She was beautiful, in a tragic, disheveled way. Wet hair, cheap coat, eyes red from crying. But her jaw was set. She looked desperate.
Desperate people were useful.
"I can't just walk up to him and ask him to marry me," Aurelia was saying inside the room. "He's... he's supposed to be mentally compromised."
"Then he'll be easy to manipulate," Genevieve argued. "Just get the ring. Get the name. Then we use his lawyers to freeze Richard's assets."
Avery laughed silently. Manipulate me? Good luck.
But then, a thought struck him. The SEC investigation was getting close. They were digging into his personal assets. If he were married... if he had a wife who acted as a legal proxy... it would create a layer of bureaucratic armor. Spousal privilege.
And if everyone thought he was a drooling invalid, and his wife was a desperate, money-hungry socialite... no one would suspect he was actually orchestrating the hostile takeover of his own company from the shadows.
She was perfect. A disposable shield.
"Liam," Avery said. "Set it up. I want to meet her."
Inside the room, a monitor started beeping rapidly. Genevieve was coughing, clutching her chest.
Aurelia moved instantly. It wasn't the frantic movement of a granddaughter; it was the precise, efficient movement of a doctor. She adjusted the oxygen flow, checked the pulse, elevated the head of the bed.
"Breathe, Gigi. In through the nose. Hold. Out."
Avery watched her hands. Steady. Capable.
The door burst open. A nurse ran in. "Ms. Blanchard, you have to leave! Security is on the way up!"
Aurelia kissed the old woman's forehead. "I'll fix this, Gigi. I promise."
She grabbed her bag and ran for the patio door. It was the only way out without passing security.
She slipped out the sliding glass door and into the garden. She ran down the path, right toward Avery's hiding spot.
She rounded the hedge and skidded to a halt.
She was three feet away from him.
Avery slumped instantly. His head lolled to the side. He let his mouth hang open, forcing a vacant, glassy stare into his eyes. He let a line of saliva pool at the corner of his lip.
Aurelia stared at him. She was breathing hard.
"Mr. Blackburn?" she whispered.
He didn't answer. He just stared past her, twitching his hand on the armrest.
Most women would have looked away in disgust. Dominique certainly would have.
Aurelia didn't. She stepped closer. Her eyes scanned him-not with pity, but with clinical observation.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tissue.
"You have a little..." she murmured.
She leaned down. She wiped the saliva from his chin. Her touch was gentle, professional. As her fingers brushed his jaw, a jolt went through her. His skin has good turgor. His muscle tone feels... firm for a man bedridden for months. And his pulse, I can feel it humming against my fingertips, it's too strong, too steady...
A shout from behind her, "Ma'am, stop right there!" shattered her train of thought.
She turned and ran into the darkness, disappearing toward the back gate.
Avery sat up straight. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, looking at the crumpled tissue she had left in his lap. It smelled of antiseptic and rain.
His eyes narrowed. She hadn't flinched. And she had noticed something. He was sure of it.
"Liam," he said into the mic. "Get her file. Everything. From kindergarten to the medical board hearing."
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9.4
I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured.
But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside.
"She screams your name, not mine. It is a little insulting, brother," Emmanuel mocked.
"Three years of celibacy for the alliance while you play with my toy," Anthony sighed. "I deserve a medal."
My world shattered. For three years, I thought I was the exception to their violence, but I had been sleeping with a monster in the dark.
When I kicked the door open, Bianca House—my high school tormentor—was sitting there like a queen.
"Happy anniversary, Erica," she sneered. "You were just a placeholder for the territory deal."
They didn't stop there. They took my dignity, and then they took my life.
At a dinner intended to show unity, they watched me choke on peanuts. Anthony looked me in the eye and used my EpiPen on Bianca’s fake faint while I suffocated on the floor.
They threw my grandmother’s ashes off a balcony just to watch me scream. They pushed me into traffic to ensure I’d be a compliant prop for their wedding.
They killed the baby in my womb.
They thought they had broken me. They thought I was just a nurse, a civilian, a loose end.
But on the day of the wedding, I wasn't in the pews.
I was on a bus out of state, hacking the church's livestream.
As the priest began to speak, I replaced the image of the cross with the video of their confession.
I watched their empire crumble from a cracked phone screen, leaving the monsters behind to find a man who would actually burn the world for me.
8.0
Love and revenge don't mix well in the dark streets of Milan.
When Daisy Fontana stepped into her engagement party at the Marino mansion, she thought she had it all. A handsome fiancé from one of Milan's most powerful families, a bright future ahead, and a perfect life far from her father's reach. But that dream shattered in a single night when her sister Sofia exposed her family's little secret... she wasn't really a Fontana at all.
Daisy was humiliated and cast aside by her fiancé Antonio, so she came up with what she thought was the perfect revenge. She'd get close to Antonio's father, the feared Don Vincenzo Marino, by becoming his assistant. In her mind, it was simple: make Antonio jealous by becoming important to his father's empire. Then hopefully that would make him realise he made a mistake by letting her go.
But what Daisy didn't know was that Vincenzo had watched her for a while, hoping for a chance. While she plotted her little revenge against the son, she had no idea she was walking straight into the arms of a man who had craved her for a while. She was supposed to get back at the son, but didn't expect she'd be falling for the father.
7.2
I went to the bank to set up a trust fund for my twins, only to have the manager look at me with pity.
"Mrs. Dunlap, the trust requires the *biological* mother's signature."
I froze. I *was* their mother. Or so I thought.
That day, I learned my husband, the most powerful Mafia Don on the coast, had used his ex-lover’s frozen eggs.
For six years, I wasn't his wife. I was just the incubator.
When his "true love," Iliana, returned from exile, my life disintegrated.
My children, poisoned by her lies, pushed me down the stairs and called me "just the nanny."
Gavyn didn't help me up. He stepped over my bleeding body to take his "real family" out for ice cream.
But the ultimate betrayal happened on a windswept cliff.
Staged by Iliana, we were both tied up, allegedly rigged to explode.
Forced to choose who to save, Gavyn didn't hesitate.
He cut Iliana loose.
"You did this to yourself, Alex," he said, driving away with the children, leaving me to die.
He thought he was leaving behind a corpse.
He didn't know I had skimmed ten million dollars from the household accounts.
"Cut me loose," I told the hitman, transferring the money. "And tell him the ocean took me."
Two years later, the Don is on his knees in my garden, begging for a second chance.
Too bad he has to get through my new fiancé first—the head of the rival cartel.
9.1
The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life!
Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home.
Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan.
To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity.
The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined!
Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... "
He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"
9.3
A pitiful wolfless Omega, Lana discovers that she is pregnant for her beloved fiancée and Alpha to be, Asher. He is the only man she has ever loved, but her world turns upside down when her Fiancée coldly reveals that he is getting married to her sister who is also already pregnant for him.
To make matters worse, her cruel sister and cheating Fiancé banish her from her only home!
Lana is devastated, but thankfully, her best friend Jasper, helps her runaway and hide her pregnancy from her former fiancée.
8 years later, Lana has become the mother to Asher's triplets and is engaged to be married to her best friend Jasper.
But by a cruel twist of fate, Alpha Asher suddenly changes his mind and kidnaps her!
So what is Lana supposed to do when she forced to choose between two powerful men, while also fighting off the traitors and enemies surrounding her?
8.5
After Lila Stark, a wolfless Omega is rejected by her mate, the ruthless Billionaire Alpha Sebastian for crimes she didn't commit, her family is killed and she manages to escape death, forced to start afresh.
Things don't go as planned for her when she's murdered by rogues but luckily for her, the moon goddess grants her another life and she's no longer the wolfless omega.
She's back with a wolf and one mission.
Now,Alpha Sebastian is in need of a bride to secure his inheritance, he launches a competition to select the most worthy female wolf to be his bride and Luna and Lila with a new face and name she enters his world once again becoming everything he wants in a bride.
This time she's not the weak Omega he rejected
but his perfect match and worst nightmare...