Secret Wife to a Disabled Billionaire
After her step sister ran away from her marriage to the billion dollar heir, they took Emerald Jane Campbell as a stand-in to fill in the position of her step sister. Forced by her evil mother, Emerald can't do anything but to follow. She was tied to the disabled billion dollar heir for three years and all she got was cold treatment from him. Years later, a kidnapper appears in their lives. The kidnapper threatens the life of Emerald until Jude Rafael Sanders- the billion-dollar decides to do what it takes to protect his wife, Emerald.
Secrets began to unravel one by one. But what if Jude finds out his beloved wife has something up beneath her sleeves? Find out how tension intensifies in their roller coaster marriage.
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Chapter 7
Third Person's Point of View
"What brought him here?" That's the question on Emerald's mind the moment she stepped inside her father's office.
Glancing at Jude who's intact on his wheelchair, Emerald caught his cold stares. Questions began to fly in her mind. How come Jude and Emerald were summoned when the chairman of Campbell Daily often talks to them at their mansion to prevent someone from eavesdropping and knowing the string in between them.
If someone finds out about their marriage, Jude surely won't let it pass!
"Sir," Emerald addressed her father in a formal manner. People look upon her because she knows how to separate work and her personal life. "You summoned me."
The chairman motioned to the chair and spoke, "Have a seat."
On the other hand, Aileen, Emerald's mom saw some marks on Emerald's neck. She saw how it turned red and violent. Freaking, Aileen stood up and grabbed her daughter's neck, ensuring what she saw was accurate.
"What happened here, you brat?" Aileen affirmed in a motherly manner. There's a hint of anger mixed with concern in her voice.
Jude's eyes drifted on Emerald. Seeing the scratches on her neck made his hand turn into a fist. Unfortunately, what she said to him was all true. He looked away and clenched his jaw. He has no clue who did this and he can't think of the killer's motives.
He's already thinking what kind of punishment will he do once he captures the assailant. Knowing Jude, he doesn't let go of someone so easily especially if it was dead serious.
She took her blouse closer to her skin and bit her inside cheek. "I-It's..." She answered in a shaking voice, afraid of her parents' reaction.
"Answer me!" The woman demanded.
Emerald stood up and glanced at her mother with sorrowful eyes. Tears began to loom in her eyes as she clenched her fist whilst refraining herself from crying.
"I got kidnapped!" Emerald burst into tears. "Someone tried to harm me!"
Instead of believing her own daughter, Aileen rolled her eyes and stressfully fixed her hair. "My God, Emerald! Kidnapped? Really?" There's a hint of mockery in her voice.
She was in deep pain. How could her own mom not believe her? Among all the people in this world, it should be your family who's protecting you but in her case, no one else is protecting her but herself. Emerald feels alone in this world. He may have a husband but it's distant and hates her a lot. Not even the Campbells give a damn on whatever happens to her.
Emerald couldn't hide her sorrow. It's evidently flashing in her eyes.
"Stop fooling around, Emerald! No wonder you can't get pregnant with Jude's child because you're always like this. You're not a kid anymore, brat!" Aileen shouted. She parted her hair in distress and gave her a disgusting, cunning look.
"M-Mom, I'm telling you the truth. I was k-kidnapped and..." Emerald barely finished her words because Aileen threw something on the table which made her jolt in shock.
"Do you think kidnapping is a joke? What if it really happens to you? God, be matured! You always think of yourself. Growing a family should be in your plans but look at you!"
Emerald's stepfather took a deep breath. He shook his head three times before pulling his glasses off and massaged his temple. He doesn't like what's going on.
"Look, you're in your mid 20s. Don't tell me you'd still crawl in my lessons and ask me to 'Mom, teach me how to seduce my husband'," she paused. Emerald seemed stunned. Her eyes drifted on Jude who's just coldly ogling at her. "I did everything I could but you're the one who's not following everything I say. I'm doing everything for your own good!"
She scoffed, then chuckled bitterly. "Own good?" Emerald couldn't hide her disappointment.
Not even Jude can stand Aileen's mouth. He never liked the old woman. Something is wrong about her and he knew Emerald was a slave to her own mother. Unhurriedly, Jude clenched his jaw the moment he saw a tear fall down his wife's eyes.
Ever since they married each other, Aileen no longer concealed her true colors. Back then, she would pull Emerald away to scold her. It's because Aileen wanted her image clean in front of many people. Until Emerald married him, Aileen no longer gives a damn to whatever they think. All she wants is for Emerald to follow her no matter what.
She thought her mother was already done but her next word feels like a ticking bomb. "I can't blame you anyway. I wouldn't want to seduce a crippled man."
Those exact words triggered Jude. He closed his eyes and gave Aileen bloodshot eyes. Jude was clearly offended by what the old woman had said. For him, she crossed the lines. However, he doesn't want to mess everything up just because Aileen called her crippled. In fact, it was an insult to him but he would rather stay silent to ceasefire.
Nevertheless, Jude wouldn't let himself leave without saying anything.
"Don't drag just anyone in your anger. Truth be told, I don't even love your daughter. Emerald is nothing to me. The circumstances and our relationship won't last resulting in being unable to conceive a child," the mighty among everyone; Jude- affirmed. "Basically, I was stuck in this marriage. I don't want my children to have a wicked grandmother anyway."
Aileen was dumbfounded. She just realized how cruel she had said making James Campbell tried to go after him but Jude wasn't looking.
Now he doesn't know where to get angry. Was it because he got offended or the fact that Emerald was kidnapped and no one knew? It's basically making his blood boil yet he needs to remain cool.
He's already at the elevator when her forehead remains creasing. He's still in deep thought. Perhaps the culprit was the one who called him a few days ago who's asking for money. Unhurriedly, Jude closed his eyes and took his phone out of his pocket. He then called his secretary and glanced at the CCTV.
After a few rings, Antonette Andrews answered.
"Emerald was kidnapped. Locate Emerald's location last Tuesday and bring every CCTV footage to me at once. I need it as soon as possible." He commanded his secretary.
"Copy, sir."
As Jude was about to put the phone down when he spoke once more. "Tell Philmar to guard Emerald in secrecy. Make sure she has a 24/7 bodyguard wherever she goes. Report directly on me."
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9.2
Rebirth with a Twist.
Fawn Jones doesn't get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn's last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife's face is softer, sharper, funnier... and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra's money, Cassandra's reputation... and Cassandra's husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn't stand his wife and now can't seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she's awake. And she's not done.
7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
7.2
I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark.
But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues.
The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile.
"Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines."
Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control.
I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go?
Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.
7.3
Eloise was the untouchable Brandt family heiress, just one audition away from landing a lead movie role and escaping her golden cage.
But overnight, her family's empire completely collapsed.
With her father dying of heart failure, her mother forced her to beg the only man who could save them: Christian Clarke.
Christian was the ruthless billionaire who had publicly humiliated Eloise in college, ripping up her love letter in front of a laughing crowd.
Now, he tossed a fifty-million-dollar acquisition contract on the table.
"What exactly is the Brandt heiress putting up for sale today?"
To secure her father's medical care, Eloise was forced to sign a suffocating marriage contract, selling herself as a corporate tax shield.
He moved her into his freezing penthouse and treated her like a purchased asset. He mocked her attempts to cook him dinner, yet pinned her against the wall with punishing, possessive kisses whenever she tried to pull away.
Eloise's pride was entirely shattered.
She didn't understand why he was doing this. If he hated her so much and only wanted revenge, why did his touch carry such an agonizing, desperate heat?
Determined to survive, she went to her final audition and miraculously won the lead role, crying tears of joy because she had finally earned something on her own.
She had no idea that the cold-blooded monster sleeping beside her had just secretly threatened to destroy all of Hollywood to give it to her.
9.3
For five years, I was Ashton Miller's invisible partner, his loyal fiancée, pouring my life into building his empire from the shadows. Tonight, the Bronze Deer exhibition, my masterpiece, was finally opening at the Met, a testament to our shared future.
Then, Bianca, a third-tier actress, stepped into the spotlight in *my* custom Vera Wang wedding dress. My blood ran cold as Ashton's arm circled her waist, his whispered words promising to make her the "new queen of the city."
Five years of trust and sacrifice crumbled. I was a blood bag, drained and discarded. When I publicly exposed their lies, Ashton cornered me backstage, his face twisted in fury, threatening to ruin me, to blacklist me forever. I ripped off his engagement ring, tossing it at his chest. "We're done," I said, walking out as his enraged screams echoed.
The man whose empire I secretly built called me a parasite, his mistress feigning tears, painting me as delusional. My guilt vanished, replaced by freezing, absolute hatred for the man who twisted reality to erase my existence.
Standing in the New York rain, I finally pulled out the military-grade encrypted phone hidden for five years. The line clicked open instantly, a low, gravelly voice asking, "Is it you?" Before I could answer, Archer's voice hardened: "Give me the location. I'll be there in ten minutes. Who touched you? I want his life."
8.6
Marrying Theron Draix in a few days was a life long dream come true.
For seventeen years, I'd loved him, revolving my life around him, and in just three days, we should be married.
"Let's break up. I won't be attending the wedding," he said.
My life shattered in that instant.
Finding out he was in love with my adopted sister was worse. They had played me and controlled my emotions.
At the end, Mireya had killed me.
If I was given a second chance, I would never love Theron and never trust Mireya.