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CHAPTER EIGHT

Penulis: Joy Richards
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-01-09 14:51:40
The mansion was strangely quiet except for the soft buzz from the TV. It felt like a place of secrets for Lauren. Her eyes roamed all the corners of the room but, yet, she couldn't find anything that made the large room homely.

Her heart beat wildly against her chest. The weight from the earlier discussion she had with Alex's cousin still haunted her. She should have stood back.

Alex's business wasn't hers. She wanted this marriage to go smoothly and be invisible to most of the members of the family. But she had just dug her grave. Now, Jake would make sure she regretted ever coming to this side of the world.

The door finally creaked open to reveal Alex, wheeling himself in. His dark eyes immediately landed on her before he glanced away from her.

Lauren felt a strange heat, flow through her body. Her heart tugged with a strange desire, but she quickly dismissed it.

“You're still here,” Alex spoke up, as he went towards the window that had a nice view of the landscape outside. His back
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  • Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

    Lauren’s scream echoed through Langston & Associates.The sealed envelope from Victor Langston slipped from her trembling fingers, the gold brooch still warm in her pocket, her victory as the Langston heir feeling like her failure. Tears streamed down her face, her voice raw. “No, Tom, no!” She sprinted out, shoving past stunned lawyers, her emerald coat flaring, the weight of Melissa’s arrest and Margaret’s justice fading. “I’m coming, Tom!” she sobbed, her heart pounding, guilt clawing her.She looked at Priya, her voice shaking as she jumped into her car. “Priya, what happened? Is Tom alive? What else did they say? ” Her hands gripped the wheel, Singapore’s neon streets blurring, her baby’s faint kick a desperate anchor.Priya’s turned to her, her hand gripping tightly to her purse, her voice cracking. “Lauren, I think someone tampered with his ventilator. He’s in cardiac arrest—they’re working on him now!” She choked, near tears. “The hospital was a mess earluer, security’s everyw

  • Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

    Lauren’s scream tore through the farmhouse, her phone glaring 10:00 a.m., the Langston vote’s start. The gold brooch, engraved with “V. Langston,” burned in her hand, her mother’s sacrifice pulsing through her. “No, I won’t lose!” she cried, tears streaming, her heart pounding with Tom’s lifeless face, Alex’s pained eyes, and Melissa’s venomous smirk. She grabbed her keys, and dialed Priya’s number, her voice raw with emotions she couldn't hide. “Priya, I’ve got Victor’s brooch—proof I’m the heir! Stall the vote, I’m coming!”Priya’s voice crackled, frantic. “Lauren, Melissa’s winning! She’s got forged papers, swaying the lawyers! I’m trying, but you have to hurry!” Her tone softened, desperate. “Remembrer your baby, the abruption— please be careful!”Lauren’s tears fell, her hand clutching her belly, the baby’s kick a faint spark. “I’m fine, Priya! This is for Mom, for Tom, for justice!” Her voice broke, guilt choking her. “Tom’s dying because of me. I won’t let Melissa take everyth

  • Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER FORTY

    Lauren’s heart thundered, the diary trembling in her hands as the farmhouse door rattled, but there was no one there. The yard was empty, only the sound of birds dingjg could be heard.Her tears fell, Margaret’s pain bleeding through the pages, Evelyn Langston’s card a chilling clue. “Mom, what did she do to you?” she whispered, her voice raw, her baby’s kick urging her on. She opened the diary, her fingers shaking, needing to know, to find the letter that could crush Melissa and the McCarthys.June 16, 1985I cried until dawn, Evelyn’s card burning in my hand. Victor’s wife, offering “help” for my baby—our baby. I don’t want to lose you, little one, but I’m alone, broke, my heart in pieces. Victor’s silence is a betrayal I can’t bear it. I don't want to bring you into a life that I hate myself. I don't want to see you suffer like I did. I love you too much to do that. I called the number, my voice shaking. A man answered, smooth, confident—Mr. McCarthy. He invited me to dinner, said

  • Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

    Lauren’s penthouse was a tomb of silence, the emerald pendant suddenly became heavy around her neck as she clutched her phone, Priya’s voice still echoing from their call. The Langston lawyer’s notification from earlier “Emergency meeting, 10 a.m., Langston & Associates” burned deeply in her mind, and Melissa’s taunt a lash across her soul. “Go to the old farmhouse,” pulsed like a heartbeat, a fragile hope amidst the wreckage of Tom’s coma, Alex’s pain, and her baby’s fragile kicks. She didn't need a soothsayer to tell her there was something important in that farmhouse. She immediately dialed Priya’s number, her hand shaking slighlty, her voice trembling but fierce. “Priya, I know where the proof is. The farmhouse—Mom said it’s where she found love. The evidence there, I feel it. It has to be there.”Priya’s voice crackled, thick with worry. “Lauren, are you about this? It could be a trap,” “The memory I had with my mum can't be a trap. I feel it, I can hear her telling me it's t

  • Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

    Lauren stumbled into her penthouse, the cab’s taillights fading into Singapore’s neon glow. Her phone, still warm from Priya’s call, slipped from her trembling fingers, the Langston lawyer’s notification burning in her mind: “Emergency meeting, 10 a.m., Langston & Associates.” Melissa’s venomous laughter echoed, her taunt—“You’ve got nothing”—a whip across her heart. The apartment’s emptiness, her mother’s belongings gone, was a fresh wound, bleeding hope. She sank onto the velvet couch, her hands cradling her belly, the baby’s faint kick a fragile tether. “Mom, where’s the letter?” she whispered, tears streaming, her voice raw. “I need you.”She looked at the wall, blankly, the memory of her and Tom flooding. His praise, sift kisses and words of encouragement…they all felt unreal now, like it was just a dream and she was awake, reality hitting her on the face. She should have known. Lauren with Tom, it was too good to be true. She never deserved such happiness, so why did she dive

  • Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

    Lauren’s heart pounded, her hands trembling as she gripped Priya’s arm in the hospital’s sterile corridor, the weight of her bluff against Melissa crushing her. “Priya, I lied,” she whispered, her voice raw, tears brimming. “I don’t have the proof. I don't even know what it looks like. Mom never mentioned it.” Her eyes widened, a spark of hope flickering. “But… what if she hid it? What if it’s with her things, somewhere safe?” Memories of her mother’s locked jewelry box, her cryptic words about “your legacy,” surged, a lifeline in her storm.Priya’s eyes lit up, her voice urgent. “Then we find it, Lauren. Your mom was smart—she’d protect you. We’ll search together.” She squeezed Lauren’s hand, her loyalty fierce. “Where do we start? Her old apartment?”Lauren nodded, her mind racing, the hospital’s hum fading. “Yes, the apartment. She kept everything there—her box, her papers. If there's anything that proves me as the sole heir, anywhere, it’s there.” Her voice cracked, Tom’s coma, Al

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