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CHAPTER EIGHT: UNFORGOTTEN LOVER
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Married To The Crippled Billionaire CHAPTER EIGHT: UNFORGOTTEN LOVER
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His words were like a strain to me each time he replied to me with just a word, it haunted me to the deepest part of me.Not going home was something I should get used to, cause it doesn't seem like it's going to be the end. I am now in chains. I stood and admired the luxurious outfit in racks and velvet drapes. Then I thought to myself, what does he think I was laverish, all his money on me with his no limit, he must be joking. If Dario thought his wealth could erase my identity, he’d misjudged me. I scanned all through their price tags and deliberately picked up the cheapest shoes, clothes, and bagsGetting all those things, I glanced at Dario, who sat in his wheelchair near the suite’s arched window; his silence was what I could scale. His hands resting on the armrest, showing no expression, unrelaxed, but his eyes were on me. Still had this doubt that there was something to him, a whole lot to know about his hidden agenda. Ì tried to understand him while getting what I needed- thi
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Dario's words, "You are not permitted to return home," were like a whip”. He must be joking. I thought to myself as I waited on the civil office step, expecting him to tell me he was joking.The cold evening breeze made me feverish, my breath clouding in the sharp spring air, my heart hammering against my chest."You're not allowed to go back home." He repeated it as if he could hear my thoughts. When I thought he was kidding, he looked me in the eye and made it clear that he wasn't. Dario's icy, unforgiving eyes held me in place, his wheelchair a quiet anchor against the streetlamp's light.The nightly pulse of the city, with its distant shouting and automobile horns, made me feel as though I was no longer a part of it. His command reverberated in my head as I gripped my coat with shaking fingers. Not allowed? I nodded my head in agreement, my voice rougher than I had intended and cracking beneath the weight of resistance as I murmured, "No." "I must return. My belongings—books, cl
Married To The Crippled Billionaire CHAPTER FIVE: NO WAY HOME
Layla and Dario ended up at the dreary civil office. She sat on a rigid plastic chair with her hands clutched in her lap, fingers pressing into her palms in a quiet effort. Her thoughts drifted, far away and distracted, hardly taking in what the clerk had to say about the document in front of her. Sitting there, both physically and psychologically, she struggled with the fact that she was going to sign something she had never wanted to do. She had once dreamed of a world of love and laughter, maybe with Matthew or the man she really wanted, planning their future and happily signing their marriage licenses. LAYLA'S POVNow, as the bizarre circumstance unfolded, I had an unexplained pain and a want to go. As I fought to remain composed and still, tears silently ran down my cheeks, and a chilling cold shook my resolve. At that moment, I felt as though I was in a suffocating dream, absolutely out of air.I'm having different thoughts. My father was pictured lying in a hospital bed with t
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As the cab pulled up to the estate, I found myself staring. The place was massive. Not just a house or even a mansion but an empire in its own right. The kind of estate that told the world, we are powerful, leaving me to wonder who this person is. My stomach twisted. I stepped out of the cab, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag. The wind was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and something faintly floral. My heartbeat pounded against my ribs as I forced my feet towards the massive carved doors. There is no turning back now. With a shaky breath, I pressed the doorbell. The chime echoed through the estate, deep and regal, like the kind you’d hear in an old castle. Within seconds, I was face-to-face with Edward. His suit was impeccable, as always, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed back. He looked at me with that unreadable expression—polite, distant, as if I were just another piece in a game he had already mastered. “Miss Layla,” he said with a nod. “Yo
Married To The Crippled Billionaire CHAPTER THREE:SOLD FOR A SURGERY
For the first time in my life, I refused. I refused to be controlled. Refused to be used. Refused to be given away like some lifeless object to be traded between families. I had spent years silently obeying—enduring Maria’s venomous commands, bowing to Dave’s feeble attempts at peacekeeping, and swallowing every injustice forced upon me. But this? This was too much. “No,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. “I won’t do it.” Maria’s expression twisted into something dark, her lips curling in disbelief, as if I had just committed an unforgivable sin. For a moment, silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating, before it snapped like a whip. Her hand struck my cheek with a force that sent my head snapping to the side. A sharp sting bloomed across my skin, heat radiating from the point of impact, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. The humiliation. The sheer injustice of it all. “You ungrateful little brat,” Maria spat, her voice like acid. “Do you have
Married To The Crippled Billionaire Chapter two:THE SECONDHAND BRIDE
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