Sealed Marriage with a Disabled Billionaire
How far are you willing to go for your family's company?
Eloise Jane Lopez is the one true child of the Lopezes, and due to her sick father's wish, she needs to marry a man she doesn't know to keep the company her parents manage in order. And the man she will marry is none other than Cosmo Dominguez, a multi-billionaire, whose supposed fiancée was Eloise's step-sister but got pregnant, leaving Eloise with no choice but to be the substitute bride.
After the wedding, Cosmo laid out another agreement with Eloise, that the marriage would only be temporary, and that they would have to separate after two years.
Can they uphold the signed agreement until the end, or can they stop the feelings forming between them?
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Chapter 4
Cosmo heard what Eloise said and immediately turned to her, a little surprised.
Cosmo was someone who cared a lot about cleanliness. Even with wounds on his legs, he couldn't go a day without taking a bath. Back then, a male nurse was assigned to help clean him up. But now that he had a wife-Eloise herself-Tania wanted her to be the one to do it, hoping it would help them grow closer.
Eloise, however, had no intention of developing feelings for Cosmo. She knew their marriage didn't have a solid foundation. It wasn't something she dreamed of, and she had no plans of forcing a relationship that wasn't built on love. All she wanted was to change her fate.
Cosmo could barely believe what he just heard. "What did you say?"
When he looked at her, Eloise's ears turned slightly red from embarrassment.
"Your mom told me to take care of you... She knows how particular you are when it comes to cleanliness, so she said I should be the one to wipe you down every night..."
Without hesitation, Cosmo refused. "No."
There was no second thought. For him, the idea was too embarrassing and too uncomfortable. Just the thought of Eloise touching him in that way made him uneasy.
Hearing his firm refusal, Eloise let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Well, you have a nurse anyway. He can keep doing it!"
The look of relief on her face didn't escape Cosmo's eyes. It was as if she had been dreading the thought of having to do the job herself. For some reason, he felt a small sting inside-one he couldn't explain.
After grabbing her clothes, Eloise went to the guest bedroom to take a shower. Since it was still early when she finished, she thought of checking in on Cosmo in the master bedroom.
He was still sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, reading under the soft light. His expression was no longer as cold as it was earlier-there was a hint of gentleness now.
Cosmo seemed a bit surprised to see her come back. "Do you need something?"
Earlier that day, she was the first to confront him. After that, she faced the entire Dominguez family head-on. Then, she asked if he wanted her to help him clean up. And now, she returned to the room?
Cosmo couldn't quite figure her out. But one thing was clear-Eloise wasn't someone easy to read. She was calm, careful, and she clearly had her own reasons.
"It's not bedtime yet. I just wanted to sit with you for a while. Once it's late, I'll go back to the guest room," Eloise said plainly.
Cosmo looked at her, doubtful. "If you want to stay, just say it directly. No need to beat around the bush."
She shook her head. "I don't really want to stay. It's not like you'll let me sleep in the bed. If I stay here, I'll have to sleep on the floor or the couch, and I won't be comfortable. That might disturb your sleep too."
Cosmo stared at her, unsure if he should laugh or get annoyed.
She looked delicate, but she spoke directly. No sugar-coating. No dodging.
Cosmo frowned. "If you're not going to sleep, then I will. And if you're still here, you might just end up disturbing me."
Eloise only smiled. "Aren't you used to sleeping at eleven? It's not even eleven yet! And besides, you'll be the one sleeping, not me. I'll pretend I'm not even here. I won't talk to you."
Cosmo didn't respond.
Eloise sat on the side and started replying to messages from her best friend, Sasha.
[Sasha]: So... first day with the Dominguez family. Did you embarrass yourself?
[Sasha]: How's Cosmo? Is he really paralyzed?
[Sasha]: I heard he's got a bad temper now. Did he hurt you?
[Sasha]: Hey? Hellooo?
The messages came one after another, and Eloise replied to them one by one.
Cosmo noticed how focused she was on her phone, as if she didn't care that he was right there beside her. The irritation inside him grew stronger. He didn't know why, but he was restless.
Unable to concentrate on his book, he closed it and coldly said, "My mom asked you to come here to take care of me, but from the looks of it, it's the other way around."
The room was quiet, so when he suddenly spoke, Eloise flinched. She looked at him, confused.
Cosmo's eyes were cold and dark. There was a hint of anger burning in them, though Eloise couldn't tell where it was coming from.
She figured maybe it had something to do with his current situation. After all, no one would be happy being in his condition. It was understandable if he was in a bad mood.
Eloise composed herself and tried to smile.
"Do you need help with something, Cosmo? Is there anything you want? Maybe some water?"
She stood and walked toward him-not afraid, but not forcing herself to act brave either. She simply kept her tone calm as she asked.
Cosmo wanted to get angry, but when she asked him a question, he couldn't give an answer. The glass of water was just within reach on the small table beside the bed.
"You're only pretending you want to stay in the room because of the people watching our every move. If that's the case, how did you think sleeping in the guest bedroom would go unnoticed?" His voice was cold as he spoke.
Eloise froze. Given Cosmo's situation, it was only natural that there were people keeping an eye on him. The simple fact that her things had already been moved into the master bedroom was enough proof.
She silently admitted that she was hoping to get away with it, so she calmly asked, "What should I do then? Have an extra bed brought into the master bedroom?"
Cosmo's face remained expressionless. "No one's going to give you an extra bed. You have two choices-the floor or the sofa."
Eloise couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had already said she couldn't sleep properly on the floor or the couch, but Cosmo clearly didn't care. Was he really doing this to make things harder for her?
"Are you upset?" Cosmo asked when he saw her expression.
Her lips tightened slightly. "Not really."
"It's true that marrying me is a waste," he said in the same cold tone. "But you're the one who chose this, so you have no right to complain. If it's hard, deal with it."
Eloise didn't say anything.
People always said Cosmo was a gentleman-well-mannered and respectful-but right now, he seemed cold, lacking any concern for how others felt.
She let out a soft sigh and forced a smile. "There's nothing to complain about. I married the Cosmo Dominguez, the perfect gentleman. What more could I ask for?"
Cosmo looked at her as if unsure whether to believe her, but deep inside, his anger seemed to ease just a little.
"In that case, figure out where you're sleeping," he said.
Eloise blinked.
With a sigh, she went to the guest bedroom, grabbed a pillow and blanket, and set them up on the sofa. Then, she looked at Cosmo, who now seemed to be second-guessing himself.
With a tone that sounded like advice, she said, "You know, Mr. Dominguez, people heal faster when they're happy."
He didn't respond.
Eloise didn't say anything more. She just continued messaging Sasha about their plans to meet the next day.
A minute passed before Cosmo realized something wasn't right.
His whole point earlier was to get Eloise out of the room, but now it felt like he'd been tricked-and somehow, she ended up staying in the master bedroom with him.
Was she up to something? How did he fall into this situation?
He couldn't kick her out again now-it would make him look indecisive.
His face grew tense again, annoyed at himself for letting this happen. Eloise was clearly not the kind of woman he could easily predict.
Eloise, on the other hand, had no idea what Cosmo was thinking. She quietly lay on the sofa, still wide awake. While scrolling through her phone, she saw a new post from Elaine.
While she had just recently married Cosmo, Elaine was already getting ready for her wedding with Zedrix.
Their wedding was scheduled for two weeks from now, and today, they had taken their prenup photos and tried on their wedding rings. Elaine posted several photos, clearly showing how sweet she and Zedrix were together.
Zedrix was a good-looking guy, but because he came from a humble family, many people used to look down on him. Even as a child, he faced bullying and cruel treatment. Because of that, he grew up with a dark, sensitive, and suspicious mindset that most people couldn't understand.
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Brenda Vincent thought her biggest nightmare was catching her boyfriend cheating with her roommate on her own sofa.
But her life truly derailed after a drunken night led her into the bed of Bryon Reeves, the ruthless billionaire CEO and older brother of the student she tutored.
Trying to pay off the most dangerous man in New York with a crumpled twenty-dollar bill was her first mistake.
Fleeing the hotel, she accidentally rear-ended his custom Maybach. Bryon used the massive repair bill to blackmail her into being his fake date, parading her at a gala just to make his sister-in-law jealous.
When Brenda finally snapped and fled the humiliation, only to be rescued by his biggest corporate rival, Bryon's twisted possessiveness turned completely destructive.
"If you feel kidnapped, call the police. But your teaching license will be permanently revoked."
He didn't just threaten her. He systematically dismantled her life, using his influence to force the university to freeze her tenure and suspend her without pay.
Brenda couldn't understand why this terrifying man was going to such extreme lengths to ruin a simple tutor who just wanted to be left alone.
Now, stripped of her career, her income, and her independence, she was forced into the sprawling Reeves Manor.
Hearing the heavy mahogany door lock from the outside in her signal-jammed bedroom, Brenda's panic slowly morphed into a cold, clinical rage.
She was trapped, but she refused to be his helpless pawn.
9.4
Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle.
She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running.
Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic.
But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died.
For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive.
But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night.
He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined.
Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired.
"If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets."
Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline.
Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son.
The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay.
But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket.
Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke.
She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes.
"Keep your dirty money."
She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.
8.2
My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away.
After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future.
Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me.
I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call.
"Total genius move," he boasted to friends.
His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding.
Heartbroken, I feigned belief.
I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies.
He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency.
After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first.
He even tried to cut me off financially.
How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster?
His betrayal poisoned every memory.
I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty.
His audacity left me reeling.
But I wouldn’t be his victim.
Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed.
I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter.
I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom.
8.0
Eloise Ferguson was the legitimate daughter of a powerful Senator, yet she was treated like a hysterical burden by her own family.
In her past life, her parents forced her to marry a sadistic billionaire for political funding.
When she resisted, they locked her in a psychiatric facility, drugged her, and left her to die in restraints while her "fragile" cousin Jaylene stole her life.
She never understood why her mother hated her so fiercely.
Why did her mother treat her brother Cortez and her cousin Jaylene like absolute royalty, while throwing her own flesh and blood to the wolves?
Opening her eyes again, Eloise found herself back at age twenty-two, trapped in a restroom at a charity gala.
Escaping her abuser, she used her awakened mystic abilities to look at her family's life forces.
What she saw made her blood run cold.
Thick, red biological cords connected her mother directly to both Cortez and Jaylene, intertwining in a perfect symbiotic bond.
They weren't cousins. They were illegitimate twins born from her mother's secret affair.
Eloise was the only true outsider in her own home.
The realization hit her like a physical blow. Her entire life of abuse was just a cover-up for a nest of parasites stealing her father's name and her inheritance.
But this time, she refused to be their victim.
Armed with an unchallengeable executive order she blackmailed out of the United States President, Eloise crushed the hidden microphone in her bedroom.
"Game on, Mother."
8.5
I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash.
But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering.
"The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress."
My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears.
I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase.
Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly.
"You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money."
When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side.
I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife.
But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book.
So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.
7.5
When Alessia Romano's ex-husband destroys her family's company to drag her back to him, she refuses to beg. But refusing comes at a cost she never expected.
Billionaire Adrian Virelli pays off every debt and saves Romano Industries from ruin. The price is simple. Three years of her life, living under his roof as his daughter's nanny.
Adrian is cold, controlled, and completely off limits. Alessia tells herself she feels nothing.
But when she discovers a hidden room filled with portraits of a woman wearing her face, the truth hits harder than any betrayal she has ever known
She was never the woman he wanted. She was only a replacement.
She walks away. Then his ex-wife returns, and the danger that follows is nothing like Alessia expected. Someone wants her dead, Adrian nearly dies saving her life, and when he finally opens his eyes again, he remembers nothing.
His ex-wife is standing at his bedside, ready to rewrite every memory he has left.
And Alessia is running out of time to make the man she loves remember that he loved her too.