The Billionaire's Secret Wife

Heather's POV"What on earth do you think you're doing?! Who is going to pay these tuition fees?! You're twenty four already, Heather! You shouldn't be wasting your life in college, get married and free this family of one burden already!" My father, Uriel Stone, yelled before tossing the envelope I had given him across the room. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?! Leaching off your parents at this age! And now you have the guts to push your fees on us?"I remained still, tears slowly welling up in my eyes. I knew it was stupid of me to ask my parents for help after everything they've done for me, but I was in a tight position and they were the only people who I could ask for help. I worked multiple part time jobs, and had been able to pay for my tuition fee for the past years. This was my last year in college, and the fees were a lot bigger than what I had anticipated. I had saved up half of it, and needed the remaining half of the money.My parents weren't wealthy, if anything I'd say

Alexander's POV"A bride?!" I inquired as I slowly reached for my wheelchair. I had heard that my father had been up to something, but getting me another wife was not what I had intended. This was the third time in less than a year, and at this point it had become insulting and rude. I didn't need a bride, and I definitely didn't need him going out and picking random women off the streets for me anytime he pleased. Getting onto my wheelchair, I wheeled myself towards his bedroom, where I knew he would be. The tires of my wheelchair squeaked faintly against the polished floor. He could tell I was coming, and while I wished I could be more discreet, I unfortunately did not have the leisure to make that decision.Reaching his room, I pushed open his door with unrestrained rage to meet him sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Alex—” he greeted casually, as though he hadn’t just upended my life for the third time in less than a year. “I was

Heather's POV I wheeled Alexander into the doctor's office with a faint smile on my face. We had been married for a week, and while it had not been a complete bliss, things weren't as bad as I had imagined. It was difficult to please Alexander, he was angry most of the time, but deep down I knew he was a good man. His attitude had merely changed because of his accident, but I was hoping things would be different after today. It had taken me a whole week to convince him to come here. He barely left home ever since his accident, and whenever he did he always made sure to wear a disguise. He was clearly ashamed of the man he had become, but I planned to change that."This better work." Alexander nagged as we entered the doctor's office. Dr Harrington was one of my lecturers back at college, and he was a renowned orthopedist. Compared to the others that Alexander had probably been to, he might seem mediocre, but I was almost positive that Dr Harrington would help Alexander in a way that

Alexander's POV The last seven days were undoubtedly the longest and most boring seven days of my entire life. Sure, I had company whenever Heather was around, but the moment she was gone it felt like a graveyard here. There was nothing to do but lie down and stare at the ceilings all day long. And when I wasn't staring at the ceiling, I was glaring at the setting sun on my wheelchair, wondering when I'd be able to stand and watch it like I used to before.However, today was the day I was to be discharged. And after completing my check up, and the necessary documents, I was wheeled towards the awaiting car outside by Heather who had come extra early today.She was a cheerful and hardworking lady, and although we barely knew anything about each other at the moment, I had a feeling that things would change the moment I got back home. It felt good to feel the bright morning sun on my skin once again, but above all it felt good to be going home. The happiness was evident, the smile on m

Heather's POV "Pack whatever you need, we're leaving now!" Those were the first things Alexander said to me the moment he entered the room. He was visibly annoyed, and even though I had questions, I diligently obeyed to avoid angering him the more."Is there a reason we're leaving? You just got back from the hospital, shouldn't you rest a little bit—""Just get your things ready and stop asking questions!" He scolded me. "Okay." I whispered, hurt by his words and tone. Alexander didn't seem to care, he was clearly blinded by rage and didn't want to share his pain with me. It didn't take long for me to be done with packing, I didn't have much anyway. "I'm ready." I announced to Alex who could visibly see that I was ready. He let out a tired sigh before finally replying to me."Wait in the car, I'll be with you soon." "Is everything alright—""Just wait in the car Heather. I'm alright, don't worry about me." Alexander interrupted calmly. His tone was a lot calmer now, but I could s