The Crippled Billionaire's Darling Wife

Sunlight filtered into the room, its early rays stirring one of the occupants. Hailey, still with her eyes shut, rolled over to her side and snuggled deeper with her pillow. She had been dreaming of her days back in Westbrook, the time before her life changed overnight. Living in Westbrook had been a hellish experience, and she was grateful that she had left that life behind. The foster parents she had back then, Mr. and Mrs. Bale, couldn't afford a bed as comfortable as the one she was currently lying on. She stretched her arms and legs out like a starfish, and in an unexpected turn of events, her foot brushed against cool flesh. Her palm felt warmth and the steady source of hot air nearby. Suddenly, Hailey's eyes shot open, and to her astonishment, she found herself lying side by side with a man in a bed that looked nothing like the one she had at the Lincoln Villa. Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to recall how she had ended up in bed with this man, and not just any man—

Hailey's eyes blinked open to the irritating sound of a bell tolling in the distance. The catholic church's bell tower was chiming, calling its faithful to morning mass even though it was barely seven in the morning. For Hailey, that noisy bell was her wake-up call, signaling the start of a new day filled with chores. However, this time, she woke up in confusion. The Lincoln Villa, with its high ceilings and enchanting chandeliers in every room, was a far cry from her previous living conditions. As she sat up and scratched her arm, sensitive from bedbug bites, she couldn't help but question her reality. "Am I not dead?" she wondered. The room she found herself in was dark yet familiar, and the musky odor of wet shoes filled the air. Without thinking, she reached behind an outdated calendar to find the light switch and flicked it on. Realizing her mistake, she immediately turned it off again, withdrawing her hand. "How did I know the switch was there?" she pondered. Slowly, she reac

Hailey was unable to tell how long it had been since she was forcefully abducted by the Lincolns. There was no clock in the room where Hailey was locked, and her hands and legs were restrained, preventing her from getting up or pulling open the window blinds. Just then, the door sprang open, and a figure walked in. The lights were switched on, revealing Cassidy holding a tray of incense. Hailey simply glanced at her and looked away. She was in no mood to deal with Cassidy's pretentious attitude. But Cassidy would never let her be. "Sister," she called out sweetly as she placed the tray on the bedside table. "Are you okay?" "You know you wouldn't be tied up like this if you simply accepted the marriage," Cassidy added, her gracious smile plastered on her face. Hailey snorted in reply, "If you're not here to help me escape, you can get out." "Sister," Cassidy gasped. "Are you mad at me?" Hailey watched her silently, refusing to enga

Hailey looked at the man silently. His eyes were light blue, and when her gaze met his, she felt her soul sucked in by the intensity of it. It was like a whirlpool pulling her in, leaving her in a daze. Hailey found herself blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "I have died before. And I was reborn." The words escaped her lips quickly, and she raised a palm to her mouth in shock as she realized what she had just revealed. Nolan fell silent, tapping his fingers on the wooden frame of the bed. Hailey immediately regretted telling him and was about to take it back when the door was suddenly pushed open by another stranger. "You should b—Master Nolan!" the bald butler exclaimed, not noticing Nolan's presence in time. "You are not supposed to be in here." The friendliness in the young man's countenance disappeared, replaced by a cold haze. "Last time I checked, I am the firstborn son of the Rothschild family, and nothing is limited or beyond my reach. You cannot tell me where

Hailey nibbled on her breakfast, pondering over everything Mika had said. It was no wonder Nolan was so distant and cold towards others. Losing both parents at such a young age must have been incredibly difficult. At least she had been placed with foster parents when her mother passed away, even if they weren't the best parents in the world. But for Nolan, losing his parents wasn't the only tragedy he had faced. He had also lost the use of his legs and was forever confined to a wheelchair. It was a heartbreaking story, to say the least. "Do you want seconds, little one?" the housekeeper asked Hailey, standing closely beside her. The bulky woman had dark Samoan coloring, and her tattoos served as a testament to her heritage. The tattoos, although not overly flashy or extreme, encircled her arms. They didn't detract from her motherly demeanor, which she displayed without any shame. "No, thank you, ma'am. They were very nice, but..." Hailey's eyes quickly darted to where Nolan sat at th