All Chapters of Cripple Billionaire Husband : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lauren's car rattled through the industrial district, the dashboard clock ticking toward twelve midnight. Her hands continued to shake on the wheel, the USB drive and her childhood camp photo stuffed in her jacket, haunted her thoughts every second.That text “Warehouse, midnight. Proof he did it. Come alone” burned in her brain like acid, her mom’s frail hospital smile haunting her. Alex’s voice, sharp and desperate, rang out: “It’s a trap.” Melissa’s sneer countered: “Him or the truth.” She’d stormed out, choosing answers over both. She had to find out what was going on.She needed to clear Alex's name…secretly.The warehouse squatted under a buzzing floodlight, steel walls scarred with rust. She parked a block away, heart slamming against her ribcage. Her phone had no signal. She crept to the door, half-open, dim light leaking out. “I’m here,” she called, voice tight, but the fear lingered. “Show me the proof.”A rough laugh answered. “Right on time, Lauren.” A man stepped forwar

The screen lit up—a grainy feed, Lauren tied to a chair, face swollen, blood crusting her lip. A masked figure stood behind her, voice distorted. “Alex, you want her back? Pay up. Everything—accounts, deals. Or I promise you'll never see her again. Not even her dead body.”Lauren’s eyes, defiant but scared, met the camera. “Alex, don’t,” she rasped, before a fist struck her jaw, silencing her. The video cut to black.Alex’s hands shook, rage boiling. “They’re torturing her,” he said, voice breaking. “Find them, Carter. I’ll give them anything, but I want their heads. I want my Lauren back.”“We’re tracing the upload,” Carter said, already dialing. “It’s encrypted, but we’ll crack it.”Alex stared at the blank screen, Lauren’s battered face burned into him. He’d failed her, let her doubt him, let her run. But he loved her, more than the contract, more than his pride. “I’m coming, Lauren,” he whispered, voice fierce. “Hold on.”His phone buzzed again—an unknown number. A new video loade

Lauren sat propped up in her hospital bed, the sterile hum of machines a faint backdrop to the storm in her heart. Her body ached—broken ribs, bandaged feet, a swollen face—but the pain of Alex’s betrayal seared deeper into her nerves. The memory of Melissa, naked in his bed, smirking like she had won a game, was a wound that she knew will never heal. Alex had chosen her half-sister, shattering every vow. She clutched the thin blanket, tears drying into resolve. I’ll make them pay.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Tom Devon, the stranger who’d found her collapsed outside Alex’s mansion, days ago, walked in.Lauren noticed as his tailored suit and sharp jawline screamed wealth, but his eyes held a warmth that disarmed her. “You’re awake,” he said, voice low, steady. “I’m sorry for barging in but I thought I’d check on you before I head out.”Lauren glanced at him, wary. “Why do you care? You don’t even know me.” Her tone was sharp, but exhaustion softened the edges. She turned away

Lauren stood in Tom Devon’s sleek Singapore office, the city’s glittering skyline shimmering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Four months into her new life, she was no longer the shattered woman who’d fled Los Angeles. Her dark-dyed hair framed a sharper gaze, her scars had faded, and her pregnancy—five months along with Alex’s child—was a gentle curve beneath her tailored blazer. As Tom’s executive assistant at Orchid Enterprises, she’d mastered deals, power plays, and strategy, her mind honed for the revenge she’d sworn against Alex, Melissa, and Dan. Yet, her heart, still raw from Alex’s betrayal—his smile with Dan and Jake, his absence at La Belle Vie—wavered as Tom’s presence grew warmer, closer, stirring feelings she wasn’t ready to name.“Lauren, you’re such a natural,” Tom said, leaning against his desk, his tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders. His smile was so easy, she felt herself smile too, but his eyes held a spark that made her pulse quicken. “That Shanghai

Lauren sat at her desk in Orchid Enterprises’ sleek Singapore office, the city’s skyline a glittering distraction through the glass walls. Five months pregnant with Alex’s child, she’d transformed into a sharp, confident executive assistant, her dark-dyed hair and tailored blazer masking the scars of her past. Yet, the gossip magazine Priya showed her yesterday—Alex in his wheelchair, holding hands with Melissa, the headline Billionaire’s Girlfriend Is Pregnant—had fractured her resolve. The image of Melissa’s smug smile fueled her rage, her vow for revenge against Alex, Melissa, and Dan burning hotter everyday she thought about it.Beyond all those, Tom’s proposal lingered in her mind, the diamond ring he’d left with her tucked deep in her purse. “If you decide, it’s yours,” he’d said, his voice steady but hopeful. She hadn’t answered him then, the answer almost felt impossible for her to decide. She was in a deep turmoil. Her heart was torn between Tom’s safety and Alex’s betrayal