All Chapters of Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Aria’s POV“Are you out of your mind?!” My dad hollered, flinging my admission letter at me. I shut my eyes, my head hung low with his words cutting deep in my heart.“Aside from being the unfilial child that you're, you chose to go behind our backs and apply to do a goddamn examination, huh?!” He raged, tears streaming down my cheeks and I slowly raised my head.“Rubbish.” My mum muttered under her breath. I sniffled, wiped my tears and picked up the admission letter.My blurred gaze stared at the first line before I turned to my parents.“I-I thought you would be proud of me for….”“Proud of you?” Sophia, my elder sister, cut in. Her voice was laced with venom, she looked equally pissed at my admission.“Little sis, should I remind you how you woefully failed your exams last year with the huge amount of money Dad wasted on you?” She belittled.“I had an accident!” I yelled frustratedly, “I nearly had an accident that day, I couldn't concentrate well on the exam. You all knew about t

Aria's POVThe ride to Jameson’s estate was silent. I sat beside him in the limousine, clutching my bouquet so tightly my knuckles turned white.He stared out the window, his expression unreadable.When we finally arrived, the sight of the Blackwell mansion took my breath away. It was massive, elegant, and intimidating, much like its owner. A sprawling garden stretched across the front yard, and the tall iron gates made it clear this was a fortress as much as it was a home.The moment we entered, Jameson’s staff greeted us politely, though their eyes were filled with curiosity. “Welcome, ma'am,” They all chorused, bowing at the same time. I could feel their stares lingering on me, silently judging. This got me fidgeting.Jameson didn’t wait for me to process the grandeur. He rolled his wheelchair forward, his cold demeanor like a wall between us. He didn't say anything to me and left just like that.I was taken to my room and I sat on the bed, finding myself wondering about this new

Aria's POVThe following days went in a blur and I hadn't seen Jameson really much. Just for a maid to inform me last night that we would be going for our honeymoon this morning.Shocked was beyond what I felt because I hadn't expected Jameson to push it through. It was morning already, I found myself waiting for him in the living room. I don't want to expect too much from this trip, it was all for show. I need to guard my heart very strongly. My mind wandered back to our deal. I don't know how I was going to make him walk again. But that seems to be his desperate wish and my ambition was also my desperate wish. If I succeed in it, that means we'll divorce immediately after I play my own part.This makes me wonder if his parents were going to accept it. Either way, it wasn't my headache to worry about.My thoughts went around my courses, then I heard the sound of the wheel ramp rolling down the stairs.I stood up immediately, as Jameson came forward. Our luggage was outside already,

Aria’s POVI brought out a book to distract my mind. As I kept reading, I heard the sound of the wheels approaching and that alerted me that he was back.Then he suddenly stopped advancing behind me. After what seemed like forever, he asked; “Carbonara or Bolognese?” My brows furrowed in confusion, wondering if he was talking to someone else or me. He had made it known that he doesn't like me talking to him, and I plan on maintaining that lane.“For the last time, Carbonara or Bolognese?” His tone was hard and that made me whipped my head around involuntarily.His sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, revealing his veiny arms and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. Does he plan on cooking?We stared at each other longer before I began reading meanings to his action. Is this his way of apologizing?“You're planning on cooking for us?” I asked to be sure. He didn't acknowledge that and only kept staring at me with that blank expression.I rolled my eyes before facing front,

Jameson’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the cool sensation on my forehead. For a moment, I thought it was some weird dream. But then I realized it wasn’t a dream at all. Someone was dabbing my forehead with a damp towel. My body tensed instantly.I blinked, turning my head slightly, and there she was: Aria. Smiling down at me as if this was the most normal thing in the world.“Good morning,” Her soft voice reached my ears. She was smiling.It’s starting to seem like that's her default setting. I brushed her hand away as I sat up. “What are you doing?” My tone was sharper than I intended, but I was too groggy to soften it.“You were sweating,” she replied, as though it were obvious. “I thought I would help.” She set the towel aside, brushing her hands together. “We’ve got about ten hours left before we land in Italy. So, technically, good morning... or whatever time it is now.”I sat up straighter, “I didn’t ask for your help,” I muttered under my breath.