All Chapters of I Married The 'Broke' Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

My adoptive mother, Sarah Wellington, slammed the agreement onto the table in front of me."Sign it, Clara. After today, you don't get a single dime from this family."I picked up the Waiver of Family Trust Fund Rights and flipped through the pages.Wendy leaned against Victor Jackson, her new fiancé, giggling into her hand."Don't feel too bad, Clara," she purred. "Marrying Harry is a generosity. “A bankrupt cripple and an adopted orphan? People will say it's a match made in heaven."My adoptive father, Killian Wellington, tapped his knuckles on the heavy mahogany desk."We raised you for twenty years. It is fair not to ask for anything in return."I flipped to the final page and hovered my pen over the signature line."Once I sign this, any future favors you ask from me will be treated as loans, not debts of gratitude."Sarah's face instantly darkened."You haven't even left this house, and you're already saying all these?"Wendy walked over and placed a hand on my shoul

Chapter 2

I quickly finished the noodles and picked up the plate.Harry stared at me. "Did you really eat that all?""Two plates for a dollar. Nothing gets wasted." I picked the plate up and picked every noodles left, putting them in my mouth.His fingers tapped twice against his armrest. "Clara, you don't need to put on an act to prove you're poor."I set the empty plate down. "And you don't need to play the tough guy. I know your leg hurts."His brows furrowed instantly. "Who told you that?"A floating comment hovered right near his knee.“His old injury is flaring up! The pain-relief balm is on the third shelf of the cardboard box in the corner.”I walked over, dug through the box and pulled out the bottle of balm.Harry reached out to block me. "Don't bother.""If you pass out from the pain, who's going to sign our marriage certificate tomorrow?"He hesitated, then slowly dropped his hand.I rolled up his pant leg and hurled the balm into my palm. A deep, faint scar stretched a

Chapter 3

I had barely clocked in when the team lead, Laura, threw a heavy stack of files onto my desk."Clara, put my name on this report and keep your mouth shut."Pulling up the file on my computer, I murmured, "I pulled three all-nighters to analyze these numbers."Laura leaned over my desk with her arms crossed. "Interns need to learn how things work around here. There’s only one permanent spot available, and you're not getting it."A coworker nearby snickered. "She just married a broken, bankrupt guy. Does she really think she’s turning her life around here?"I plugged a flash drive into the desktop tower. "I kept three separate backups of the raw data logs. Put your name on it if you want, but you'll be taking full credit for the audit risks, too."Laura's face flushed dark. "Are you threatening me?"Before she could spit out another word, the elevator doors slid open. Head of HR, Mr. Shane, walked straight in, backed by two legal assistants."Which one of you is Clara?"

Chapter 4

I was just shutting down my computer when Wendy blocked the main entrance.Behind her were my adoptive parents, they were flanked by a few people holding up phone cameras to record.My adoptive mother, Sarah, lunged forward and grabbed my arm. "Clara, you get out here right now and explain yourself!"I snatched my arm back. "Don't touch my workspace. If you break it, you will never be able to replace it."Wendy’s eyes were rimmed with red tears. She clutched a thick stack of papers in her hands."Clara, I wanted to give you a way out," she sobbed. "But you lied to Mr. Harry Peterson and stole money from our family. I can't keep covering for you!"Coworkers began crowding around the lobby."Mr. Harry Peterson? Which Mr. Harry Peterson?"Wendy pointed a trembling finger toward the street outside.A sleek black medical van had pulled up to the curb, flanked by four dark security SUVs. The surrounding crowd instantly backed away to clear a path.My adoptive father, Killian, c

Chapter 5

Harry asked me in front of everyone if I accepted those fake charges.Wendy thought I was finished. My adoptive parents were just waiting for the Peterson family to throw me out on the street.Before I could even answer, Harry raised his hand.Behind him, his assistant opened a portable projection unit and synced it directly to the large display screen in the corporate lobby.Wendy’s face paled instantly. "Mr. Peterson, please look at the evidence I brought first!"Harry completely ignored her.The screen flashed to life.High-definition footage of the family living room played crystal-clear.On screen, Wendy was holding Victor's arm, pointing right at Harry in his wheelchair:"Give this cripple to my sister. I don't want to be a laughingstock."He's bankrupt and owes over a hundred million. Whoever marries him is cursed."The entire lobby erupted into chaos.Wendy rushed forward, trying to grab the remote. "Turn it off! That video is fake!"The assistant stepped aside e

Chapter 6

Wendy instantly broke into loud tears. "Of course she knew! She’s been stealing my things since we were kids!"She even lied to our parents, why wouldn't she lie to steal a man?"I laid the paper receipts out one after the other."First receipt: replacement tires for a wheelchair, thirty dollars."Second receipt: pain-relief balm, two dollars."Third receipt: instant noodles and eggs, three dollars.The livestreaming reporter blinked, confused. "Is that all?""And this jacket, one thousand one hundred dollars, bought on clearance." I handed my bank statement to the assistant. "Every cent came straight out of my entry-level salary."Wendy interrupted with a sharp screech. "Stop pretending to be poor! Signing that waiver was just an act for Mr. Peterson!"I nodded calmly. "I signed it to cut ties with the family."Sarah immediately snapped, "You ungrateful brat! Are we going to raise you for nothing?"I turned to face her. "Ever since I turned eighteen, I worked every summer

Chapter 7

Harry sat at the head of the dining table, looking up at me."Thinking about running now?""Why would I?" I said. "I just like to settle my accounts first."I set the red cord down on the table."I'm not going to pretend I'm morally superior," I said plainly. "Part of the reason I married you was that some floating comments told me you were loaded."The assistant's hand trembled, almost dropping his folder.Harry, however, let out a soft laugh. "Go on."I pulled out a chair and sat down."I didn't recognize your face, but I recognized that unbranded jacket from the private cover of Global Finance Magazine.""So I took advantage of the situation."Harry slid a thick black folder toward me. "Really?"I opened the first page.My university, my work badge, my medical records for the frostbite, it was all in there. There were even photos of my shift logs from the family warehouse.I looked up. "You investigated me?""Yes.""When?""Right after you finished that plate of in

Chapter 8

Victor grit his teeth. "Giving you a chance and you still act ungrateful."Wendy held him back, forcing a fake smile onto her face."Sister, Mom and Dad raised you. It wasn't easy. Now that you've secured a spot with Mr. Peterson, helping the family out at least will just show you have a conscience."Killian slammed my official registry documents onto the table."Sign the liability waiver, and the documents are yours."I picked up the agreement. It clearly stated that I voluntarily assumed full responsibility for all of the family's outstanding debt disputes.I raised my eyes. "You're trying to dump your debts on me?"Sarah spoke up like it was the most natural thing in the world. "You married rich! It's your job to pay back the family's debts!"The floating chat suddenly flashed bright red.“The incense burner in the corner! It's not just incense!”“They're trying to drug her so that Victor can record a compromising video and use it to settle his debts!”My eyes darted

Chapter 9

Wendy whipped her head around toward the board members."That's right! I'm the real daughter! She's just a stray from the streets! She’s cheap, so she was supposed to marry the cripple for me!"Harry finally broke his silence, his tone ice-cold. "Who are you calling a cripple?"Wendy flinched, taking a half-step back from his sharp gaze, but then she shrieked right back."Did I say something wrong?! Everyone in this city knew you were broken and disabled. That's why you are in that wheelchair!"A deadly silence fell over the boardroom.I pressed my hands flat against the mahogany table. "Wendy, this is your last chance to stop."Her eyes turned bloodshot as she stared at the red cord around my wrist."That's mine! The position of Mrs. Peterson is mine!"The family fortune is mine, too!"She suddenly stomped on a large piece of shattered glass near her foot, grinding it into the floor."You stole my good luck!"I pulled out my phone and tapped the recording button. "Your deb

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