Todos os capítulos de Marrying The Disabled Billionaire Heir : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

LUCIEN“I still can’t believe you’re married,” Adrian said after returning from seeing the registrar out. He dropped onto the sofa beside me, disbelief clear in his tone. “It feels surreal.”My gaze fell on the marriage certificate resting on the table. The emotions in my eyes remained unreadable.Ever since Noemie turned eighteen, both families had been urging us to register the marriage first and hold the ceremony later. But, I had no intention of rushing into a lifelong commitment with someone I detested, so I delayed it time and again under various pretexts.Eventually, it became clear to everyone that while I had expressed no objections to their earlier arrangements, the final decision would be mine alone.No one expected things to take a sudden, unexpected turn.Over the past month, my mother had been through enough because of me. So, when she brought up the marriage again, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse.It was just a marriage.If she wanted it to happen, I'd comply even if

HELENESilence followed my question.The kind that came from having no answer at allFigures.From the moment I returned to live with my grandparents at fifteen, it was as though I had quietly disappeared from this household.No calls. No messages. No attempts at check in. Over time, I stopped expecting any.At some point, I had simply accepted that my family consisted of just me and my grandparents.And truthfully, I never felt the lack.With my grandparents, I had everything I’d been denied here. Care. Attention. Warmth.So when my mother suddenly called the year I got into college, asking me to attend a weekly “family dinner” my father had decided on, my reaction had been simple. What a joke.I hadn’t wanted to go.But I had to consider my grandparents…No matter what, she was still their daughter.Their only child, no less. Even without saying it, I knew they hoped things between us could improve.So I went.Not with expectation, but out of obligation.And just like that, I wa

HELENEAfter applying the final touches to the pictures I had taken in Country F, I reviewed them one last time. Only when I was satisfied did I send them off to the studio.At the same time, I let out a quiet breath of relief.Finally, my ears could get some rest.The constant nagging these past few days had nearly driven me to the edge.Stretching, I rose from behind the desktop and walked over to the bedroom window. Propping my forearm against the frame, I leaned my head against it, looking out at nothing in particular as my thoughts drifted. Of the one-day ultimatum I had given my father, more than half had already passed in silence.I doubted the delay was because he had suddenly grown a conscience.Could it be—My brows knit slightly as a thought surfaced.Had there been a new development on their end?Fortunately, I didn’t have to wonder for long.Right then, my phone rang.I turned, picked it up from the bed, and glanced at the screen.Father.I answered but said nothing, le

LUCIENLooking at the woman sitting across from me, who was doing her utmost to appear completely at ease, a trace of amusement surfaced in my eyes.During our previous meetings, she had been so composed and unflappable that the possibility that she might develop post-marriage nerves hadn’t crossed my mind.And yet here she was.Fidgeting with her fingers and carefully avoiding my gaze. I had been watching from the window when she arrived, noting how she lingered in the car far longer than necessary. If Isabel hadn't come along, or if I hadn't deliberately sent Adrian outside to receive them, I suspected there was a fair chance she might have turned around and left entirely.The contrast between the woman who had sat across from me days ago and proposed a contract marriage with the calm efficiency of someone closing a business deal, and the one currently doing her best not to look at me, was unexpectedly—I considered the word before settling on one.Endearing."Has the matter with

HELENEI had already expected that I wouldn’t be meeting just Lucien’s mother and grandfather. Still, the moment I stepped into the living room—at least twice the size of the Laurents’—I couldn’t help but feel taken aback.The entire Blackthorne family was here.Sebastian Blackthorne, Lucien’s grandfather, had three children with his late wife.Vivienne Blackthorne, Lucien’s mother, was the eldest and had only one child: Lucien.Marcus Blackthorne, the second child and only son, had two sons and a daughter with his wife.Eleanor Blackthorne, Isabel’s mother, was the youngest, with a son and a daughter of her own.And now, every single one of them was present.Weren’t they all supposed to be busy?And hadn’t Isabel once said her parents were traveling the world?Yet here they were.My steps faltered slightly, and I instinctively glanced at Lucien beside me.Perhaps sensing it, he tilted his head a little.“Nervous?” he asked under his breath.Before I could answer, he added, “Don’t be.