THE CRIPPLED BILLIONAIRE IS MINE TO KILL의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 6

Lilico slammed five stacks of cash onto the table in front of Ivana. Ivana’s eyes widened, locking onto the money, ignoring everything else, the giver, her surroundings. Everything blurred into insignificance.She immediately ran her fingers over the stack, assessing its thickness and texture. Her thumb rubbed obsessively along the edges, testing its bulk and reality.Without uttering a word, Ivana began counting it right there, licking her thumb compulsively, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips.“Marry him. Make him fall in love. Then kill him.” Lilico’s cold voice cut through the heavy silence like a knife.Ivana’s gaze snapped toward Lilico as if waking from a trance. Unconsciously, the money slipped from her hand, scattering onto the floor. Uncontrollable laughter burst from her throat, shoulders shaking violently, ribs aching. Her gaze darted wildly between Lilico and her boyfriend, Davis, who sat opposite her, desperately signaling her to accept.“Wait! What?” Ivana fin

The ride to the Brooklyn mansion was smooth, but the silence suffocated them in the car. No one dared to start a conversation, as every one of them was buried in their thoughts. Ivana’s fingers drummed nervously on her thigh as she awaited the moment the car would stop. Davis noticed her trembling hand and quickly placed his over hers to calm her down. He had insisted on joining them to make sure she was fine with everything. Not like he cared, though. He just doesn’t want Ivana to change her mind along the way.“If you act like this in front of Tardrain, I bet you won’t survive a day,” Lilico muttered, staring at them through the driver’s rearview mirror. “Come on, stop painting him to be a villain . You’re scaring her. Besides, he’s also human like us,” Davis defended, gripping Ivana’s hand tighter. Lilico let out a short, dry laugh. Marveled at how Davis was pretending to care about Ivana’s feelings, when she already knew he was in for all the benefits.Suddenly, the car sto

Tardrain expertly navigated his wheelchair toward his bedside. There was his alarming gadget, lying on his bedside drawer, used for calling his servants during emergencies. He angrily punched the red button. His fingers curled on his wheelchair armrest, the leather cracking under his grip, a fiery rage coursed through his veins, threatening to consume him. “Who the hell was that maid? Her audacity. Her guts. Who the hell employed her?” he groaned through gritted teeth. His chest rose and fell, his anger mounting at himself. He felt humiliated; he felt downgraded. Everything about Ivana’s gaze was something he had never seen or experienced before. Her eyes, the way she stared at him as if he wasn’t the most feared in the city, as if he was just a ‘cripple’ to be pitied. “Fuck!” Tardrain stamped his clenched fist repeatedly on the wheelchair armrest. The impact rattled up his useless legs; at least he could feel something other than this choking fury. But at the same time, he f