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 8
Aurelia was hiding in the janitor's closet down the hall from Room 304. It smelled of bleach and wet mops.
Through the crack in the door, she saw them.
The elevator doors pinged, and the Blanchard cavalcade stepped out. Richard led the way, looking like a storm cloud in a suit. Catherine trailed behind him, checking her makeup in a compact mirror. Dominique was there, holding a blue folder.
And behind them, the hospital administrator, Dr. Evans, looking sweaty and terrified.
"Mr. Blanchard, really, her vitals are unstable," Dr. Evans stammered.
"I am her son!" Richard shouted, not caring who heard. "And I have a lawyer here who says I have the right to ensure her affairs are in order."
Dominique waved the blue folder. "It's just a signature, Doctor. The competency waiver. Once she signs, or you declare her unfit, we can take over the burden of her finances."
Aurelia's blood ran cold. If Genevieve signed that, or if Evans signed off on it, the voting shares transferred to Richard automatically.
She pulled out her phone. Her hands were shaking. She dialed Dr. Evans' personal cell.
She saw him jump as his phone rang in his pocket. He looked at the screen, confused, then answered.
"Hello?"
"Dr. Evans," Aurelia whispered urgently. "It's Aurelia. Don't sign that paper."
"Aurelia? Where are you? Your father is-"
"Listen to me," she cut him off. "If you declare her incompetent when she is lucid, I will release the file on Mrs. Gable."
Dr. Evans froze. He stopped walking. Mrs. Gable was a patient three years ago. Evans had missed a tumor on her scan. Aurelia had found it, but Evans had buried the mistake to avoid a lawsuit.
"You wouldn't," he hissed.
"Try me," Aurelia said. "I have nothing left to lose. Stall them. Give me ten minutes."
She hung up.
Richard was pounding on Genevieve's door. "Mother! Open up!"
He pushed the door open. The family flooded into the small room.
Aurelia kicked the closet door open. She didn't care about security anymore. She sprinted down the hall.
She burst into the room just as Dominique was thrusting a pen at Genevieve.
"Sign it, Grandma. Stop being difficult."
"Get away from her!" Aurelia screamed. She threw herself between Dominique and the wheelchair.
"You!" Richard roared. "Security! Get this trash out of here!"
Two burly orderlies appeared in the doorway. They grabbed Aurelia by the arms.
"I have medical proxy!" Aurelia shouted, struggling. "She is lucid! This is coercion!"
"She's hysterical," Catherine said, wrinkling her nose. "Take her away."
The orderlies dragged Aurelia back. She dug her heels into the linoleum.
"No! Gigi!"
Genevieve was hyperventilating. "Leave her alone! Richard, you vulture!"
"Shut up, old woman," Richard snapped. He grabbed Genevieve's wrist, forcing the pen into her hand.
"Ahem."
The sound was quiet, but it cut through the chaos like a knife.
Everyone froze.
Standing in the doorway was a man in a charcoal suit. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a face carved from granite. He radiated a kind of dangerous calm that made the air in the room change pressure.
It was Liam Cross.
"I believe," Liam said, his voice smooth and deep, "that this floor is a quiet zone. Funded, specifically, by the Blackburn family."
Richard let go of Genevieve's hand. He turned around, his face paling. He recognized the man. Everyone in the business world knew Avery Blackburn's fixer.
"Mr. Cross," Richard said, his voice dropping an octave. "We... we were just handling a family matter."
Liam stepped into the room. He didn't look at Richard. He looked at the orderlies holding Aurelia.
"Let her go," he said.
It wasn't a request.
The orderlies released Aurelia instantly. She stumbled, catching herself on the bed rail.
"Mr. Blackburn is trying to rest," Liam said, adjusting his cufflinks. "He finds this noise... displeasing."
"We're leaving," Richard said quickly. "Right now. Come on, Catherine. Dominique."
Dominique glared at Aurelia, clutching the unsigned papers to her chest. "This isn't over."
"It looks over to me," Liam said, stepping aside to clear the path to the door.
The Blanchards filed out, heads down, like scolded children.
Aurelia leaned against the bed, her heart pounding in her ears. She looked at Liam.
"Thank you," she breathed.
Liam didn't smile. He turned his gaze to her. It was assessing, cold.
"Don't thank me yet, Ms. Blanchard," he said. "My employer would like a word with you."
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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...