Todos los capítulos de Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"I have to go back to the company. I'm leaving my brother in your hands."Liam Sterling stood at the door, looking at Harper with a mixture of hope and pity. He pulled out his phone. "Let's exchange numbers. If anything happens—literally anything—call me.""Okay," Harper agreed, scanning his QR code.When the notification popped up, Harper raised an eyebrow. Liam had saved her contact name as: "Caretaker #88 - Harper.""Eighty-eight?" Harper asked, pointing at the screen. "Does that mean...?""Yeah," Liam scratched his head awkwardly. "You're the eighty-eighth. The previous eighty-seven... well, let's just say my brother has a talent for making people quit. The record is ten minutes. You've already lasted longer than Number 42."Harper chuckled. "Lucky number eighty-eight. Don't worry, I need the money too much to quit.""Good. Oh, and one more thing—" Liam lowered his voice. "He needs a leg massage every day for thirty minutes to prevent muscle atrophy. He... hates it. But you have t

Sebastian Sterling had skipped breakfast.By 1:00 PM, his hunger had turned into a physical ache. He sat in the dining room, waiting. Surely, the new caretaker would try to impress him with a lavish lunch.Harper walked in carrying a plate.Pan-Seared Steak. It was perfectly cooked—crispy brown on the outside, tender pink on the inside, juices sizzling. The aroma of rosemary and butter filled the room.Sebastian swallowed hard. He picked up his fork, ready to eat. But then his pride kicked in. He couldn't just give in so easily."The plating is messy," Sebastian critiqued, poking the steak. "But... I suppose I can tolerate it.""Oh," Harper said cheerfully. "If it's just 'tolerable,' then don't force yourself."Swish. Before Sebastian could blink, Harper snatched the plate away."I'll eat it myself. I hate wasting food."She turned and marched back into the kitchen.Sebastian sat there, fork hovering in mid-air, stunned.She... she took it away?Just like that?His stomach let out a roar

"You... you'll regret this!" Julian screamed, scrambling up from the dirt. His expensive suit was ruined, and his glasses were cracked."Try me!" Harper shouted back, dusting off her hands.She watched Julian limp away to his car before turning back to the mansion. She felt a rush of adrenaline. She had just kicked a shareholder. She, Harper Evans, the girl who used to be afraid of her own shadow.She ran back upstairs to the study.The room was silent. Sebastian was still sitting in his wheelchair, his back to the door, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window. The storm clouds were gathering again.The air in the room felt heavy—suffocating. The adrenaline faded, replaced by a dull ache in her chest. Sebastian looked so... lonely. Like a king sitting on a throne of ash.Harper didn't speak. She quietly bent down to clean up the mess. She picked up the scattered papers, the broken glass, the heavy paperweight.Then, she saw it. Under the desk, lying face down, was a broken photo frame

Harper insisted on stopping by her family’s home before returning to the Sterling Estate. She needed to pack her things properly and, more importantly, explain to her overprotective family why she was going back to the "Lion's Den."The Evans family lived in a cramped but cozy apartment above their Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) massage clinic.The moment Harper walked in, the aroma of spicy tofu and braised pork ribs hit her. The whole family was there: Dad, Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, and her outspoken Aunt Susan.They were all deaf or mute, except for Aunt Susan and Harper. But the house was never quiet. It was filled with the sounds of aggressive sign language, stomping feet, and laughter."I'm sorry!" Harper signed rapidly, pouring orange juice for everyone. "I promise, I won't make you worry again."Her father, Frank, signed back vigorously: [You better not! If that rich jerk bullied you, I’ll go over there and acupuncture his remaining good nerve!]Harper smiled nervously. "Okay

Sebastian stared at the intercom screen. Was he dreaming? He pinched his thigh. No sensation. Right. But the voice was real."Mr. Sterling!" Harper chirped again. "What do you want for breakfast? I'm taking orders!"Sebastian cleared his throat, trying to sound like he hadn't been wallowing in despair for 48 hours. He deepened his voice. "Just... a Savory Crepe.""Coming right up!"Click. The intercom went silent.Sebastian sat there for a moment, a small, self-deprecating smile touching his lips. She came back. She actually came back.He forced himself into action. He maneuvered into his wheelchair and rolled into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he winced. He looked like a wreck. Stubble on his chin, dark circles under his eyes.He shaved carefully. Washed his face. Put on a crisp white shirt. He checked every angle. He had to look perfect. He couldn't let her see how lonely he had been.When he rolled into the kitchen, the smell of toasted wheat and coffee greeted him. Harper w