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 8
Emerald's Point of View
The velvet petal smell of the candle inside the bathroom lingered in my nose. It's calming, distressing me from everything I've been through.
My hair was tied using a clamp whilst my body was soaked with warm water and petals all around the tub. Giving yourself a me-time period was relaxing. It's my coping mechanism after all the stress I got after a long day and I feel like I deserved it at some point.
Regardless of preparing everything, I couldn't totally forget Jude's words. The exact words he spit remained lingering like a halo effect in my mind. Of course, I was hurt. Even if we're in a one-sided relationship, I still love him regardless. He's the only man I ever loved, the feelings are still there but I'm no longer holding anymore. The disrespect was so loud that even an apology did not even make a sound.
My mother's words significantly offended him. At some point, I pity him. I am on his side not because of my personal feelings but because my mom insulted Jude whereas her words are immorally wrong.
I took my bathrobe and came out. I made my night routine before I head out to the kitchen, feeling the need to drink some alcohol to ease what I'm feeling. I was standing over the bar counter, holding a glass of wine when a phone rang.
Glancing at the bar counter, my phone made a sound. My hands trembled when I saw a familiar number calling. It wasn't registered in my contacts, it clearly came from overseas. Chills began to creep all over my body. The warm air turned cold the moment I took my phone, hesitating whether to answer the call or drop it.
The wine glass made a sound when I put it back on the table. I was about to slide the red button when a voice hindered me behind.
"Why don't you answer it?" Jude's alarming voice affirmed behind me.
I snapped my old self back to reality. I put my phone inside my nightdresses' pocket and glanced at Jude with my chin up and head high.
"Uh-oh," I told myself in my mind.
I bit my inside cheek and crossed my arms at chest level. Suddenly, Jude opened his mouth and spoke, "Since you're here, why don't we talk?" and so I nodded.
Even though he's cripled and is sitting in a wheelchair, he altered his stance and nodded. I admit, despite being disabled, Jude's physical appearance didn't change. He was still an aloof man, the grumpy one I always dreamed of. A bitter sense of feeling crept within me.
A part of me was thinking what's his reason to make a good call for us to talk. Will he apologize for his harsh words he has said earlier? Perhaps no. You shouldn't dwell on your fantasies about him being good for you, Emerald. Besides, Jude has never been that kind of guy. He had always hated me and I doubt it will change.
My heart was stabbed a thousand times whilst looking at him. Seeing his current state had my heart sank. If only he would let me take care of him...
"I'm asking you one last time," He took a deep breath and said, "Is the kidnapping all true?"
"Fuck off if you think I lied," I affirmed bitterly. I can't handle another upsetting conversation again. "Believe whatever you want to believe. I don't have time to make arguments with you. I'm not forcing you to believe me."
Jude scoffed. "It was just a simple yes or no, Emerald. You don't need to prolong the conversation," he remarked in a mocking yet irritated manner.
I closed my eyes and scoffed. A moment of conversation with Jude feels fun because we're talking no matter what the topic is but at some point, it drains the shit out of me. I'm glad we interact, but I'm disheartened because we frequently argue.
On my way to leave the kitchen, Jude ceased me with his warning tone. "I did not dismiss you, Emerald."
I took a swift turn and spoke, "I know, but I'm not letting you belittle or hurt me again."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Just to remind you, Emerald, you're the one who made a decision. If you can't stand my harsh words then it's not my fault anymore. You made a choice." His remarks penetrated deep inside my heart.
"But you also have a choice to say 'no' before our families lock us together to marry, right?"
He craned his neck. "That's because I had no choice. Your sister won't, and you're the only option I have. Remember, you're here as a prisoner of me. Disabled or not, I can do everything to make you stay and never leave your side. You're choosing your fate and it's the decision you pick. Now, live with it."
As soon as he spit those words out, Jude immediately turned his swivel chair behind, controlling its wheel to move apart from me. On his way to his bedroom, Jude halted. He turned around and spoke.
"Perhaps marrying you is a blessing in disguise," he paused. "I wouldn't know what your mom thinks about me if I hadn't married you. Little did I know, she's also one of those people who talk shit behind my back."
It's awful to hear those words from him. I know deep down he's not happy at all and I understand. Knowing I'm already his wife, Jude will no longer feel easy and comfortable with my mom because of how she acted. Now the dreams I had to fix everything up with my husband vanished. Part of me says it's alright... he will never consider me as a woman, as a partner but solely as a prisoner.
My family was indebted to them, and I served solely as assurance in his point of view. It stings but I don't have any choice. We're both right anyway. I had a choice and he has every means to ensure that we will not use his family for our own gain and remain our fidelity with them.
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8.7
For three years, Blair Guzman poured her resources into turning a broke waiter into an Oscar-winning actor, letting the world believe they were a couple just to keep him under her control.
But the night he won his Oscar, he publicly betrayed her by kissing Kiana—Blair’s estranged, rival sister.
Kiana and her mother brought the scandal right to the Glover family dinner table, trying to humiliate Blair.
"You're just mad because he dumped you for me," Kiana sneered in front of the entire family.
Instead of crying, Blair ruthlessly dismantled them, exposing how their cheap tabloid stunt tanked the family's corporate value.
Impressed by her cold logic, the family matriarch handed Blair the ultimate voting power, but it was a trap.
The matriarch immediately used Blair's elevated status to force her into an arranged marriage with a notorious, debt-ridden playboy just to secure a European shipping lane.
To her family, she was never a daughter—she was just a premium asset to be traded to the highest bidder.
What her greedy family didn't know was that Blair had already made a terrifying deal.
She was secretly married to the ruthless billionaire Butler McIntyre—a man who demanded absolute possession of her body and soul.
Now, her family's arranged parasite and her secret devil of a husband were on a collision course, and the wreckage was going to be spectacular.
7.6
The harsh glare of the spotlight hit Harper's custom wedding dress as she smiled at her groom.
But a single phone call from his mistress, Lila, made Chase violently shove his way down the aisle and sprint out of the hotel.
He left Harper to face the flashing cameras and the mockery of hundreds of guests.
Her mother-in-law dragged her into a hallway and slapped her hard across the face.
"You cannot even keep your own man in the room. You are making a mockery of this family."
When Harper rushed to the hospital, Chase blamed her for Lila's theatrical, fake miscarriage.
He threatened to pull every cent of capital from Harper's investment firm if she dared to walk away.
The Young family then used the media to frame Harper, turning her into a public pariah who viciously "killed" an unborn child.
Mobbed by ruthless paparazzi, Harper was pushed into the freezing rain, her knees bleeding on the concrete.
She couldn't accept that her entire life and career were being destroyed by a mistress's pathetic lie.
When Chase later tried to buy her silence with a pink diamond—the exact same one he had just gifted Lila—her remaining love turned to absolute ice.
But fate intervened when she was rescued from the mob by Antoni Donovan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street and her biggest corporate rival.
Discovering that Antoni was actually her best friend's older brother, a dangerous smile spread across Harper's face.
She picked up his gold-lettered business card.
She was done being the victim; she was going to use the wolf of Wall Street to crush her ex-husband.
7.6
Elliana Lewis lay dying on the freezing concrete of a federal penitentiary, her ribs shattered by a guard's heavy boot.
She had been flawlessly framed for murder by the one person she trusted with her life: her sweet, innocent stepsister, Jovita.
During her final prison visit, Jovita wore their mother's diamonds and smiled cruelly behind the glass. She revealed she had liquidated the family company, caused their father's stroke, and paid the guards to ensure Elliana suffered a grueling, agonizing death.
"Your marriage was a joke from day one, Ellie. You have nothing left."
As her lungs stopped, the tragic truth finally dawned on Elliana. She had spent months screaming for a divorce and publicly humiliating her billionaire husband, Damon Stirling, believing his silence was weakness. She didn't realize until it was too late that his endless tolerance was the deepest form of protection. She had pushed away the only man who would have burned the world down to keep her safe.
Why had she been so incredibly stupid? Why did she blindly trust a monster and destroy the only person who truly loved her?
Then, a blinding light pierced her retinas. Elliana bolted upright, gasping for air on a massive, king-sized bed.
There was no pain. No broken bones. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed a date from exactly ten years ago.
It was the morning after her disastrous wedding night.
This time, she would tear Jovita's life apart piece by piece. And she would hold onto Damon so tightly that nothing could ever pry them apart.
8.7
I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly.
Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper.
When I desperately called his human number for help, it was Piper who answered the phone.
"I'm Piper. His future Luna."
Minutes later, I received a leaked audio file of Gavin promising to formally reject me the moment our pup was born.
Before the heartbreak could even set in, my armored SUV was violently rammed off the road by a massive truck.
It wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit paid for by Piper's pack.
I woke up in the clinic with an empty womb. My pup was dead.
Gavin didn't even show up. He just mind-linked the butler to say he was "too busy" to deal with my loss.
He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim.
He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life.
He was wrong.
I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers.
Now, armed with a new identity and untraceable wealth, I am stepping out of the shadows.
I am going to bankrupt their packs from the inside out and make my former Alpha watch his empire burn.
8.5
Aileen transmigrated into a dark, unfinished novel as the villainous, abusive wife of a powerful billionaire.
The moment she opened her eyes, her husband's calloused hand was crushing her throat, and her six-year-old stepson was pointing a box cutter at her face, screaming for her to die.
A cold system voice suddenly exploded in her brain, forcing a mandatory mission: save the villainous father and son, or face immediate death.
To survive the system's strict Out-Of-Character warnings, Aileen had to keep playing the role of the deranged, hateful wife.
She was despised by everyone. Her husband threatened to drag her to an asylum, and her terrified stepson scrubbed the floor with his own pajamas just to avoid her wrath.
Things escalated when the novel's original female lead publicly framed Aileen in Central Park, throwing herself onto the grass and clutching her pregnant belly.
"She pushed me. She tried to hurt the baby!"
Archer rushed over, shoved Aileen aside with absolute disgust, and looked at her with the eyes of a murderer.
Aileen felt a bitter wave of exhaustion. She had discovered the original owner's hidden antipsychotic pills; the woman wasn't just evil, she was severely mentally ill and completely broken by this loveless marriage.
Yet, no one cared, and her husband would always choose to believe his childhood sweetheart's fake tears.
Since everyone in this world was convinced she was an unpredictable lunatic, she decided to give them exactly what they expected.
Aileen turned her back on the ridiculous scene, a cold smile forming on her lips.
She was going to stage a massive, undeniable psychological breakdown, using her "insanity" as the perfect shield to play the system and rewrite her fate.
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.