Dorothy was forced to marry Stefan Everest, the man known as “the crippled mute.” Everyone thought her life was over, especially as she endured the mockery and whispers. But one night, everything changes. At a lavish event, Stefan proves he is far from what people believed. Looking at Dorothy, his words are simple: “You stood by me when no one else did. Now, it’s my turn to spoil you.”
View MoreA sleek Mercedes-Benz pulled into the Florence household's parking lot. Watching the car through the window, Clarissa couldn't help but sneer in jealousy. She was a slender beauty with smooth skin and long, flowing hair, appearing to be in her early twenties.
"Mom, that crippled man is here to pick Dorothy up, but he's driving an expensive car. Dorothy doesn't deserve to ride in something like that," Clarissa scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Don't worry, baby. It's just a car. Once she marries that crippled man, you'll have anything you want," her mother, Agnes, reassured her.
"I’d better," Clarissa pouted, her juicy pink lips curling as she flipped a lock of her hair behind her ear. Men lined up for a chance to date her as her beauty was enchanting. But her personality was a stark contrast to her looks, nothing good to write about.
A knock sounded at the door.
"It's them," Clarissa muttered, waving at one of the housemaids to open it. A sharply dressed man in a well-ironed suit stood at the entrance.
"Good morning, ma'am. We're here for Mr. Everest's fiancée," the man said politely.
Clarissa ignored him, peering behind him as if searching for someone.
"And where is her useless soon-to-be husband? Is he in the car? Oh, wait—I forgot he can't walk. How would he ever come here?" Clarissa mocked, laughing along with Agnes.
The man frowned but remained composed. "I’ll ask again: where is his fiancée?"
"We’ll send her out—but first, go back and switch that car for something cheaper. Something more suited to her," Agnes replied, her tone curt.
Clarissa nodded in agreement.
Sighing, the man pulled out his phone, clearly done with their antics. "Please bring the Toyota Yaris," he instructed. Clarissa smirked triumphantly.
A few minutes later, the Toyota Yaris arrived, and the Mercedes-Benz was driven away.
"Can we have her now?" the man asked calmly.
Agnes rolled her eyes and left the room. She returned moments later with a young woman who appeared to be Clarissa's age. Dorothy was simply dressed in a plain gown, her hair tied back, her skin pale with no makeup.
The man’s face lit up as he addressed her. "You must be Miss Dorothy. I’m Kai, sent by Mr. Stefan to pick you up."
"Good morning, Kai," Dorothy responded softly, her voice calm and gentle. Clarissa and Agnes exchanged scoffs.
"Since there’s nothing else, let’s go," Kai said, nodding politely at Clarissa and Agnes before escorting Dorothy out.
"She's so pathetic," Clarissa muttered. "Imagine marrying at twenty-two—to a crippled, mute loser!"
"She deserves nothing better," Agnes replied dismissively.
Despite the fact they believed Dorothy life would be miserable after getting married to Stefan, Clarissa can't help but get a little worried. He sent his assistant to pick her up in a Mercedes Benz, what if she starts living a good life? She bit her lips with this thought.
"Stop worrying too much, his family won't like her, she's ugly" Agnes reassured Clarissa once more.
"You're right, no one can love an ugly girl like her! What was I even thinking" Clarissa nodded, convincing herself as they watched Dorothy leave.
OUTSIDE
Kai opened the car door for Dorothy. "Your mother and sister are quite something. They wouldn’t let me bring the better car."
Dorothy offered a polite smile. "Thank you," she murmured before stepping into the car and settling in the back seat as Kai drove.
He glanced at her through the rearview mirror as he started the engine. "Don’t believe everything you hear about Stefan. He may be crippled, but he’s a calm, collected man, and minds his business. You’re in safe hands even though he's a little grumpy."
Dorothy stared out the window, feeling indifferent. Safe hands or not, she had nothing left to lose. Her family had forced her to turn down a medical school admission to marry Stefan. Dorothy knew Agnes wouldn’t allow her to marry a rich man unless there was something to gain.
Stefan Everest was wealthy—the CEO of Everest Stock Exchange and the son Arthur Everest, a powerful business magnate. Stefan was also a crippled mute man rendered so by an accident and this made him a laughing stock amongst others.
The car stopped moving as Kai had just arrived at the county clerk office. He got down and offered to help Dorothy get the car door but she already exited herself.
He cleared his throat and led the way "Mr. Stefan is waiting inside,"
Dorothy followed him, ignoring the judgmental stares from people they passed. Everyone else was elegantly dressed, their faces polished with makeup, while she looked plain in comparison.
At the registration office, Kai opened the door for her.
He was present, Stefan was there. He sat in his wheelchair, a commanding presence despite his disability. His physique was surprisingly toned for someone who had spend years in a wheelchair, his broad shoulders complementing his chiseled face and piercing blue eyes.
Dorothy’s heart skipped a beat when their eyes met, but Stefan looked away, focusing instead on a sharply dressed young man in a white suit standing behind him.
The man spoke. "Mr. Stefan has instructed us to proceed with the marriage registration," he said to the deputy county clerk, a stern-looking woman with a stocky build.
"Miss Dorothy, please take a seat," the clerk instructed, motioning to the chair beside Stefan.
Dorothy hesitated but obeyed, keeping her distance. Even though the man was mute and on a wheelchair, Dorothy was still weary of him. Stefan’s rugged appearance made her uneasy, despite his striking looks.
"Please provide the necessary documents," the clerk requested. Kai handed them over.
The clerk began asking questions. Dorothy answered softly, while the man in the white suit responded on Stefan’s behalf.
"Move closer for the photograph, please," the photographer instructed.
Dorothy swallowed nervously and shifted closer, careful not to touch Stefan. The photo was taken quickly, and she immediately moved back, releasing a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
"Sign here for the final step," the clerk said.
Both signed the documents.
"Congratulations, Mr. Stefan Everest and Mrs. Dorothy Everest. You are now husband and wife."
Husband and wife. The words echoed in Dorothy’s mind. She was married. Her life, as she knew it, was over.
The next day, Dorothy was getting ready for work when a knock came at the door. She narrowed her eyes, wondering who it could be, then went to open it.Standing in front of her was a familiar little boy, about 4'1, wearing a pout on his face."Aunty, I feel bad for talking to you like that yesterday. I'm really sorry," Maxwell said softly."Aww, look at you," Dorothy cooed, resisting the urge to squeeze his cheeks and ruffle his blond hair. "I agree you shouldn't speak to elders like that — it's not nice — but aunty forgives you, okay?""Thank you!" Maxwell smiled, then ran back to the living room.Dorothy smiled after him and gave herself a quick once-over before leaving her room. Downstairs, Stefan sat with Beatrice, sipping from a small cup of tea. When he saw Dorothy dressed up, he looked surprised."What's going on, love? Why are you dressed like this?" he asked with a blank expression."Exactly what you think — I'm going to work," Dorothy said, almost rolling her eyes."Love, yo
Dorothy was up a little late. She forced herself to wash her face before carefully making her way downstairs. Beatrice, who was in the kitchen, immediately left what she was doing to help Dorothy sit."Harrison said you shouldn’t stress yourself if you want to recover quickly," Beatrice said gently."Mom, it’s okay. It’s been days since the accident. I’m fine already. I can’t keep lying down morning and night. I’m pregnant. If I don’t get some movement, I’ll put on too much weight," Dorothy replied as she took her seat."Where’s Maxwell?" she asked, noticing his absence. "Is he still mad at me?""He’s such a brat. I already scolded him for talking to you like that. He went to school," Beatrice answered, and Dorothy nodded."But don’t mind him, okay? You know how kids are," Beatrice added gently, still trying to stylishly apologize.Dorothy smiled. "It’s okay. I’m not mad at him."Just then, Tiffany walked in with a tray of food. She helped set the table and bowed politely before stepp
"Good evening, Miss Beatrice," Chole and Kristin greeted in unison as they stepped into Stefan’s mansion. Stefan had given Chole an early leave so they could visit Dorothy."Hello, dears," Beatrice smiled warmly at them. "She’s awake now. I’m just making her a quick snack. If you'd care for some, I can—""It’s okay, ma’am. We’ll go say hi to Dorothy," Kristin cut in politely, but Chole nudged her shoulder."Speak for yourself. I care for some snacks," Chole muttered loudly enough for Beatrice to hear."A snack for Chole. Got it," Beatrice said with a helpless smile and returned to the kitchen.Kristin shook her head at what she considered Chole’s lack of class as they headed to Dorothy’s room."Hey, sweetie," Chole greeted softly. "Griffin told us you had an accident, but what we didn’t know was that you’re pregnant.""For how long?" Kristin added."Are you here to interrogate me or cheer me up?" Dorothy asked tiredly, then sighed deeply. "It’s been two months and a few days.""My Sha
At Everest Stock Exchange, while Tristan was in the boardroom, the door suddenly swung open and an angry Stefan barged in. Without giving anyone time to react to his presence, he stormed straight toward Tristan, yanked him from his chair, and punched him hard across the face.Before Tristan could recover from the blow, Stefan grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall."Listen to me, you bastard," Stefan hissed in a low, threatening voice. "You can pull whatever the hell you want with me, but you’ll stay away from my wife.""What the hell are you talking about, you asshole?" Tristan growled, his lower lip already bleeding."You know damn well what you did, Tristan. And believe me when I say, you’ll want me quiet about this," Stefan snapped, seething with rage.The door burst open again as security rushed in, grabbing Stefan and pulling him off Tristan. Stefan shoved their hands off his body and pointed furiously at Tristan."You want war, you bloody fuck? I’ll give you
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She was awake, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Stefan stood by the door, unsure of what to say or do."Are you going to come in?" Dorothy sighed.Stefan shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry," he apologized quietly, stepping in and moving closer to her.There was more silence before Stefan finally spoke. "Do you know?" he asked calmly.No response. Stefan chuckled bitterly."Why didn’t you say anything for so long?" he asked again.Dorothy swallowed hard, turning her face to the wall."You were having a good time with Edward and his sister, and I didn’t want to spoil anything for either of you," she replied."Biggest bullsht," Stefan disagreed. "No matter what, love—I would always choose you. No matter fcking what, love. F*ck!" he clenched his fists, turning away."Really?" Dorothy said coldly, shooting him a painful look. "Does 'I would always choose you' mean letting your ex-girlfriend slap and trash-talk me for something I didn’t do?" she asked angrily."Love..." Stefan sighed."I can
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