All Chapters of Married to the Disabled Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The sound of continuous beeping and the heavy smell of antiseptic filled the room."Where the fuck am I?" Nora thought to herself.The last thing she could remember was being in the car with Alice, then screaming—and then everything went black."Where's Alice?" she thought, panicking."Nora, you're awake!" a very familiar voice said, engulfing her in a big hug."I thought something had happened to you. I thought I lost you," Lee said into the crook of her neck."Get off me. I need to get to Alice. Where's Alice? I need to find Alice," she said, pulling off the drip and trying to get out of the bed."Alice is in the ICU. You can't see her right now, and you're not doing well either. The cast on your arm isn't even dry yet. You need to get back into this bed.""She's in what?" Her legs gave out as she collapsed to the floor.Lee pulled her up, carrying her back to the bed."She's going to be okay

Victoria froze as she heard the words from Alice.Alice is alive. She talked. She said something."Doctor!" she shouted.Everyone burst into the room, looking around."What's the matter? What's happening?" the doctor asked."What did you do to her?" Travis asked in a sinister voice."I didn't do anything," she stuttered out."What's the matter?" the doctor asked again."She's alive. She just said something to me. She just talked.""What?" The doctor moved to check her vitals."She talked to you? What did she say then?" Travis asked her suspiciously."I really cannot remember right now. I heard her say something. I'm not really sure what it was," she lied."Hm.""Her vitals are normal. She shows no signs of having woken up. Are you sure of what you're saying, Mrs. Willis?""I'm sure. She said something to me. I heard it clearly.""But you just said yo

"Well, I'm the one keeping you here. If she wanted to get you out, it would've cost something—but she would have done it. Told her father to pull some strings, get you on house arrest, and boom—you're a free man. Well, not free, but you get my point.""But you've gotten none of that. She hasn't even visited you once or sent a letter, even though she was crying like she was about to die when you were taken.""You're lying. You must be preventing her communication with me somehow. Octavia would never leave me in this place alone. She loves me.""That's where you're wrong. You are just a tool to Octavia. A very convenient tool who would do anything to get into her good graces, to see her happy. To her, you're just a loyal servant. A loyal sheepdog without a purpose.""You're lying. You're just trying to get into my head so you can get information from me.""Why would I do that? What would I gain from lying?" Travis asked, shrugging his shoul

The warehouse was a place where the world went to forget.It sat at the edge of a dead road, choked by weeds and strangled ivy, hemmed in by chain-link fences that had long since given up on keepin g anyone out. Its roof sagged, heavy with rust and time, and the broken sign above the main loading door bore only three legible letters: "C—O—R".Inside, time had slowed to a crawl.Pillars of dust swayed gently through the sun-shafts leaking in from above—sunlight fractured through shattered panes of glass in the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of dull gold and rust-red onto the cracked concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of old grease, cardboard rot, and forgotten sweat. Somewhere high in the iron skeleton of the ceiling, pigeons cooed and shuffled, unsettled.Stacks of crates formed uneven walls throughout the massive space. Some were burst open, their contents half-spilled—tangled wires, rusted gears, frayed documents. Old tarps flappe

Years ago..."You can't do this to yourself. You told me you were done with him. You said you weren't seeing him anymore," Caroline said, her voice echoing."You cannot tell me what to do!" Victoria shouted."I can tell you what to do if I see some things you're doing don't just make any sense. He's not good for you, and you know it. Dan is dangerous company.""Since when do you know what's good for me? For years and years, I've lived in your shadow. Why can't you be more like Caroline? Why are you like this when Caroline is like that? Sweet, little, perfect Caroline!" she spat, her voice laced with anger."You know I don't think like that. We shouldn't care what people say. They're always going to talk—again and again.""You don't get it, do you? You stole my life! You stole what was supposed to be mine!""What the hell are you talking about?" Caroline asked, confused."You stole him away from me. You stole And