On the Wedding Night, the Disabled Husband Stood Up

**Translation:**

*Slap!*

A loud and heavy slap landed squarely on Lilith Douglas's face.

Blood seeped from the corner of her lips.

"I'm telling you, you don't have a choice. You will marry, whether you want to or not," Steward Lucius roared like a thunderclap, his fury uncontrollable.

Lilith Douglas looked at the man in front of her, who claimed to be her father, as if he were a stranger, and couldn't help but laugh with a bitter sneer.

"On what grounds?"

"Do you think the Orlando family really values you? A country bumpkin like you, they only agreed to take you because I begged them. This is your chance to marry into their family; don't be ungrateful."

"Don't overplay your part. It's only because Jessica Lucius got caught messing around with some guy, and the Orlando family found out. You don't want to return the money, so you're making me marry that living corpse. Don't even think about it."

Steward Lucius's enraged face began to twist. "You can choose not to marry. But if the Lucius family goes under, I'll have to sell your mother's house and stop Darren Noah's treatment. You decide."

"Can you get any more shameless? What did Darren Noah do wrong? How can you use him to threaten me? He's your son. Are you even human?" Lilith Douglas's eyes burned with anger and suppressed rage.

This wasn't a father; he was a demon.

"If the Lucius family falls, do you think there will be money for Darren Noah's treatment? If you don't want him to be a fool for the rest of his life, you should know what to do next."

Despicable.

Lilith Douglas clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking, her nails digging deep into her flesh, but she remained unmoved, just giving this so-called father a dark look.

Stepping out of the Lucius family's gate, she took a deep breath of fresh air.

One bad news after another was suffocating her.

"The stench of dirt and mud can be smelled from far away. So, there's a country girl here, huh?"

A mocking voice came from a sports car by the roadside. Lilith Douglas looked coldly at the man and woman getting out of the bright yellow car.

Jessica Lucius, her so-called sister.

The man was Patrick Hazlitt, a wealthy young master from H City.

The two walked up to Lilith Douglas. Jessica Lucius laughed with schadenfreude, her face full of malice. "I heard Dad wants you to marry into the Orlando family, and you're refusing? Dad is doing this for your own good, so you won't end up on the streets, fighting with stray dogs for food."

Since childhood, she had been jealous of Lilith Douglas. Before her mother rose to power, she was the pampered little princess, while Lilith Douglas was just an illegitimate child.

For ten long years, Jessica Lucius had lived in hatred and pain.

Finally, fate had its way. Elvis Noah died, Lilith Douglas was sent to the countryside, and Mandy Lucius became the matriarch, making her the most favored princess of the Lucius family.

Patrick Hazlitt openly sized up the woman in front of him.

He had heard that the Lucius family had a country-bred daughter, ugly and fat, a woman not fit for high society.

But the woman in front of him didn't match that description at all. She was stunningly beautiful, with a slender figure and fair, glowing skin. Every move she made was captivating.

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes. Ignoring Jessica Lucius beside him, he reached out to touch her face. "You are pitiful. Why don't you come with me? You won't have to live on the streets, and you can sleep in a comfortable bed."

"Master Tian," Jessica Lucius said, hugging Patrick Hazlitt's arm, pressing her ample chest against him, and glaring jealously at Lilith Douglas. "This woman is supposed to go to the Orlando family."

Patrick Hazlitt impatiently pushed her away. With such a gem in front of him, who would care for a second-rate option? He leered as he stepped forward. "Leo Orlando might die any day. Let me enjoy this beauty in his place."