Todos los capítulos de Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The applause had finally died down. The orchestra resumed playing, but the mood in the ballroom had shifted. The guests were no longer looking at Victoria Vance; they were whispering about the "Wheelchair Waltz."Harper escaped to the terrace, desperate for fresh air. The night was cool. The city lights of New York glittered below like a blanket of diamonds. She leaned against the stone balustrade, closing her eyes. Her heart was still racing from the dance."You look like you're planning an escape," a deep voice rumbled behind her.Harper turned. Sebastian. He rolled out of the shadows, holding two glasses of champagne. He looked tired—the physical exertion of the dance had taken a toll on his arms—but his eyes were triumphant."I'm not escaping," Harper took a glass. "I'm just... recovering. You were amazing in there.""I was terrified," Sebastian admitted, clinking his glass against hers. "My hands were sweating so much I thought I'd drop you.""You didn't drop me," Harper smiled,

The Museum of Modern Art (MoMA). 2:00 PM.Harper wore sunglasses and a trench coat. She felt like a spy in a bad movie, but Count Louis had insisted on a public place. "Art hides secrets," he had texted. "Meet me by the Water Lilies."She found him standing in front of Monet’s masterpiece. He wasn't looking at the painting; he was watching the reflection of the room in the glass."You came," Louis didn't turn around. "Did you find the name?""Arthur Sterling," Harper whispered, standing beside him. "He signed the funding order. 1995."Louis nodded grimly. "Arthur provided the money. Richard Vance provided the political cover. And my... organization... provided the science.""What was Project Helios?" Harper asked, her voice trembling. "Was it a weapon? A drug?"Louis turned to face her. His eyes were sad. "It was a genetic editing program. They wanted to create... perfection. Higher intelligence. Stronger immunity. The next step of evolution."He looked at Harper. "Your mother, Cather

Boom. The metal shutters groaned under the impact of a battering ram. "Open up! Or we open fire!" a voice shouted from outside.Inside, the lights were off. The only illumination came from the streetlights filtering through the cracks. Sebastian sat on his plastic stool, his gun leveled at the door. His face was calm, terrifyingly so. "Mr. Evans," Sebastian whispered. "The flour."Mr. Evans nodded. He grabbed a 50-pound sack of high-gluten flour from the shelf. He stood by the door, holding it like a bomb. Mrs. Evans stood behind the counter, her hand hovering over the massive pot of boiling beef broth.CRASH! The shutters buckled and tore open. Three men in tactical gear stormed in, rifles raised. "Secure the girl! Kill the—""Now!" Sebastian shouted.Mr. Evans didn't hesitate. He slashed the flour sack with his cleaver and hurled the contents into the air. POOF. A massive white cloud exploded in the small room. Visibility dropped to zero. The mercenaries coughed, blinded by the fine

The 14th Arrondissement. A discrete manhole cover.It wasn't the tourist entrance with the ticket booth. Louis stopped in a dark alley behind an old bakery. He produced a crowbar from his jacket. Clang. He lifted the heavy iron manhole cover. A smell of damp earth, rot, and centuries-old dust wafted up."After you," Louis gestured to the rusty ladder descending into the black abyss.Sebastian looked down. Then at his cane. Then at his legs. The ladder was vertical. Twenty meters down. For a man with paraplegia who had only recently regained partial mobility, it was a suicide mission."I can lower a rope," Louis offered, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Or carry you.""Touch me, and you lose a hand," Sebastian snapped.He handed his cane to Harper. He sat on the edge of the manhole. He gripped the ladder rungs with his powerful hands. He didn't use his legs. He used his upper body strength to lower himself, rung by rung, like a gymnast performing a slow, controlled descent. His arms sh

The Underground Laboratory."Take him," Victoria ordered, pointing a manicured finger at Julian. "Use the tranquilisers. I want his brain intact."The mercenaries moved forward, raising their rifles. Julian (Subject 001) backed away, growling low in his throat. He looked terrified. He looked like a cornered animal."Wait!" Sebastian screamed from the floor. He tried to crawl toward his brother, but his legs were dead weight. "Victoria! Don't touch him! He is a human being! He is a Sterling!""He is a failed experiment," Dr. Ryan corrected coldly, loading a dart into his gun. "Sebastian, don't be sentimental. Your father created It to harvest organs for you. In case you ever got sick."Sebastian froze. "What?""Why do you think you survived that car crash?" Ryan smirked. "Why do you think you healed so fast? We used his stem cells. We drained him for years to keep you healthy."Sebastian felt like he was going to vomit. His life... his health... was stolen from the brother he never kne