Cripple Billionaire Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Lauren’s breath caught in the sleek Orchid Enterprises office, Khalid’s words—They need to destroy Tom’s real will—a dagger in her already aching heart. The fluorescent lights buzzed, casting sharp shadows on the glass walls. Tom Devon’s will, granting Helen Devon the right to sell Orchid Enterprises to Victor Kane—a criminal who’d turn Tom’s legacy into a hub for drugs and money laundering—felt like a betrayal, but this new revelation, a real will hidden by Helen’s lawyer, sparked hope and despair in equal measure. Her eyes glistened with determination, her hands clutching the dossier on Kane’s crimes, her voice trembling. “Khalid, the real will? It exists, but… it’s with the lawyer? How do we even get it?”Khalid’s eyes widened, his voice low, his hands gripping the table, his face etched with urgency. “Lauren, I know it sounds impossible.” His tone wavered, his gaze darting to the office door, his fear palpable. “I heard them—Helen and that snake, Vaughn, at her hotel. They’re sc

Lauren’s heart stopped as she and Alex stood frozen in the doorway of his sprawling mansion, the ocean breeze drifting through the open glass walls, the polished dining table a stage for betrayal. Her hand gripping Alex’s, his crutch creaking beside her. There, at the table, sat Jake, Alex’s cousin, his dark hair slicked back, his smirk sharp, and Melissa McCarthy, her step sister, her blonde curls cascading, her eyes wide with shock. The clink of their plates halted, their laughter dying as they stared at Alex, upright, his surgery’s triumph a silent thunderbolt. Lauren’s voice was sharp, her heart racing. “Melissa? Jake? What are you doing in Alex’s house?”Melissa’s gasp echoed, her blue eyes shooting up, her fork clattering to the table, her shock raw. “Alex… you’re walking?” Her voice stammered, her hands trembling, her gaze darting between his crutch and his steady stance, her disbelief palpable. “How… how is this possible?” She rose, her heels clicking, her arms opening as sh

“You’re gonna love this, Lauren.” Her hand rested on her bellyLauren’s heart fluttered as Alex guided her up the spiral staircase to the rooftop of his sprawling mansion, the Singapore skyline twinkling below, her black silk dress swaying, and her emerald pendant catching the soft glow of fairy lights.His two crutches clicked, his green eyes warm, his voice low and promising.The rooftop doors opened, and her breath caught—glittering lights draped across pergolas, red roses spilling from vases, a candlelit table set for two, a romantic haven crafted for her. But her joy shattered as two figures turned from the table, their laughter halting: Jake, his smirk sharp, and Melissa, her blonde curls gleaming, her eyes wide with feigned surprise.Alex’s voice roared, his body tense, his crutches slamming the floor as he surged forward, his eyes blazing with fury. “What the hell are you doing here?” His face reddened, his balance wavering, his recovery strained. His anger was raw, but he fo

Lauren’s heart pounded as she paced her penthouse living room, the Singapore skyline dim beyond the glass walls, her hand clutching her phone, Priya’s words—Mr. Vaughn, murdered—echoing. Priya and Khalid sat on the velvet sofa, their faces tense, the coffee table strewn with papers. “Priya, Khalid, we have to figure this out,” Lauren said, her voice sharp,. “Vaughn’s death—it’s no suicide, no matter what the police say.”Priya’s sigh was heavy, as she narrowed her eyes. With a low voice, she said, “Lauren, it’s a lost cause.” Her hand gestured to the papers. The frustration on her face was raw, her dark hair falling across her brow. “The will’s probably destroyed by now. That suicide note on his desk? The police confirmed it.” she said, her tone wavering.Lauren’s breath caught. “Why would Vaughn kill himself?” Her eyes darted between them, her mind racing. “He was working with Helen, pushing her fake will. Who was he against that wanted him dead?” Khalid’s jaw tightened, his voice

Lauren’s heart stopped, her breath catching. She rest her hand on her pregnant belly as Clara faced Helen, her eyes blazing with pain and her swollen belly a stark truth in Helen’s dim living room. Clara’s voice broke, her words sharp with hurt. “You thought you won, Lauren?” Her hand rested on her belly, her dark hair falling loose, as her eyes glintee with hatred. “I’m Tom’s wife, carrying his child, the one he betrayed!” Her voice cracked, her pain raw, her betrayal deep. Lauren’s gasp was loud, her voice trembling, her tears spilling. “His wife? Pregnant?” Her heart shattered, her eyes wide, her shock a storm, her love for Tom—her late husband—crumbling. “Tom never told me… how could he hide you?” Her words shook, her baby’s kick anchoring her, her love for Alex a faint light, her betrayal raw.“Of course he wouldn't tell you about me. He was probably desperate to get you into bed, he forgot he had a pregnant wife at home. Everything he's told you has been lies. I built him from