Reborn: Marrying The Disabled Cruel CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter TwoDamien Cross jolted awake to the familiar sensation of phantom pain shooting through legs that could no longer feel. But it wasn't the physical pain that made him gasp and clutch at the silk sheets. It was the crushing weight of memory flooding back like a dam bursting, memories of another life, where he had died by the hands of Marcus Whitmore.Three years. He had lived three additional years beyond this moment, years filled with trying to get back his revenge on e everyone who had betrayed him, only to die choking on his own blood while Marcus Whitmore's satisfied laughter echoed in his ears. The taste of poison still lingered on his tongue, the phantom sensation as real as the phantom pain in his useless legs."Well, well. Sleeping Beauty finally decides to rejoin the living."Damien's head snapped toward the familiar voice, and his breath caught. Derek Hale lounged in the leather armchair beside the window, his dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead as he sc

Chapter 4The sterile white corridors of St. Mary's Hospital seemed to stretch endlessly as Damien sat motionless in his wheelchair, his hands clenched so tightly in his lap that his knuckles had turned bone white. The metallic scent of disinfectant mixed with the copper tang of blood that still lingered on his wedding suit, creating a nauseating cocktail that made his stomach churn. Around him, the waiting area buzzed with anxious energy as both sets of parents paced, whispered, and cast worried glances toward the operating room doors that had swallowed his bride—his wife—hours ago.Helena Cross sat rigidly in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs, her elegant wedding attire now wrinkled and stained with Sadie's blood from when she had tried to help at the scene. Her hands trembled as she clutched a tissue, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. Edmund Cross stood behind her chair, his large hands resting protectively on his wife's shoulders, though his own face was etched with lines of

Chapter 6The harsh fluorescent lights of St. Mary's Hospital parking garage cast long shadows across the concrete as Derek maneuvered the car through the maze of vehicles the following morning. Damien sat in the passenger seat, his wheelchair folded in the trunk, staring blankly ahead as they descended toward the visitor parking level. He had barely slept the night before, his mind churning through scenarios and possibilities until exhaustion had finally claimed him sometime near dawn."You look like death warmed over," Derek observed, his tone carefully neutral as he navigated a tight corner. "When's the last time you actually slept more than two hours?""I'll sleep when I have answers," Damien replied, his voice rough from lack of rest. The phantom pain in his legs had been particularly vicious during the night, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil that refused to let him rest. "Have you heard anything from the hospital? Any updates on her condition?""My mom texted ar

Chapter 8"So what's your plan?" Derek asked warily. "Because if you're thinking about playing some kind of elaborate counter-con, I need to know right now. I need to know what I'm signing up for."Damien was quiet for a long moment, his mind racing through possibilities. The phantom pain in his legs had faded, replaced by a different kind of sensation—the thrill of having an enemy he could actually fight, a threat he could actively defend against rather than simply enduring passively."We document everything," he said finally, his voice steady and determined. "Every conversation, every interaction, every moment she thinks I'm falling for her act. We gather evidence—real, concrete evidence that will stand up in court when the time comes. Phone records, financial statements, witness testimonies. We build an airtight case.""And in the meantime?" Derek prompted."In the meantime, I play the grateful husband," Damien replied, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "I'm wounded, traumatized by

Chapter 10Every gesture Sadie made, every word she spoke, every glance she cast in his direction—all of it was now filtered through the lens of what he knew. The devoted wife act was impressive, he had to admit. She had everyone in the room completely convinced, including Derek, who stood silently behind Damien's wheelchair, his face an impassive mask that only Damien could read."You know," Edmund said suddenly, his voice taking on a thoughtful tone, "perhaps it would be good for the two of you to have some time alone. Damien just got here, and I'm sure they have things to discuss as newlyweds that don't need an audience of concerned parents."The suggestion sent a spike of panic through Damien's chest, quickly suppressed. Being alone with Sadie, maintaining the charade without the buffer of their families—it was exactly the kind of situation that could reveal his knowledge if he wasn't careful."That's very considerate," Sadie said before Damien could respond, her voice soft and