All Chapters of Cherished by My Cripple Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Evelyn's POV) I woke up late, stretching lazily beneath my satin blankets. A satisfied smile played on my lips as I reached for my silk robe. For weeks, my parents had tried to force me into marrying Gabriel Vance to save our family from bankruptcy. But yesterday, I had outsmarted them all. I had thrown a tantrum, stayed home in bed, and let that pathetic, dirty twin of mine take my place. Clara was probably locked in a dark room at the Vance fortress right now, being tormented by that crippled beast. And best of all, our family’s debts were paid, meaning my credit cards would work again by noon. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the downstairs foyer, followed by my father’s frantic shouting. I tied my robe and hurried out of my bedroom, leaning over the curved marble staircase. Down in the entrance hall, four men in tailored dark suits were standing in front of my father. Two security guards from the front gate stood behind them, looking nervous and defeated. "You can't just wa

CLARA After our conversation in the study, Gabriel decided that waiting for the tailors would take too long. He insisted that I needed fresh clothes immediately, especially if I wanted to walk around the estate gardens without shivering. He called Luke into the room and ordered a driver to take Mrs. Gable and me to the Grand Horizon Mall, the most exclusive luxury shopping center in the heart of the city. I looked down at the simple, plain cotton sweater and loose dark pants Mrs. Gable had given me earlier. My hair was tied back in a neat but modest ponytail, and I wore no makeup over the faint purple shadow still lingering on my cheek. "Gabriel, I look like a servant," I said, hesitating at the study door. "Maybe it is better if Mrs. Gable simply picks out a few dresses and brings them back here." Gabriel glanced up from his desk, his expression firm. "You are not hiding in this house, Clara. Go with Mrs. Gable, choose whatever makes you feel comfortable, and remember what I told

CLARA Mr. Harrison didn't look at Evelyn. He didn't even acknowledge the sales clerk or the guards. His eyes were glued to the glass counter, staring at the matte-black metal card lying flat on the surface. As he got closer, his face drained of all color, turning as white as fresh parchment. He read the tiny silver emblem stamped in the corner—the unmistakable custom seal of Vance Enterprises, authorized exclusively for the head of the Vance dynasty. The store manager stopped abruptly in front of the counter. Without a single word of explanation to anyone in the room, he bent his waist and dropped into a deep, trembling, ninety-degree bow directly toward me. "M-Madam Vance," Mr. Harrison stammered, his voice quivering with absolute terror. "Please forgive us! We had no idea you were honoring our boutique with your presence today!" The entire room went completely dead silent. Evelyn froze, her mouth hanging wide open in disbelief. "Madam Vance? Mr. Harrison, are you blind? That i

CLARA Mr. Harrison slid the black card through the terminal. The machine let out a single, clear chime, and the receipt printer instantly began spitting out a long roll of white paper. The transaction cleared without a second of hesitation. "Payment approved," Mr. Harrison whispered, breathing a sigh of pure relief as he carefully handed the black card back to me. "What would you like us to do with the garments, Mrs. Vance? Shall we have them boxed and delivered to your estate?" "No," I answered, looking directly into Evelyn’s horrified face. "I do not want them in Gabriel's house. Have your staff pack them into crates. You may donate them to the city women's shelter, or take them out to the rear courtyard and burn them. Just make sure that Miss Evelyn Montgomery never touches a single thread." A strangled sob broke from Evelyn's throat. "You... you spiteful little wretch! Those dresses were made for me! You only bought them to ruin my life!" "I bought them because you spent eigh

CLARA Gabriel did not take his eyes off me for even a second. "Luke, take the men outside and close the doors," he ordered, his voice low and tight. "Do not let anyone enter until I say so." "Boss, are you sure?" Luke asked, keeping a wary gaze fixed on my hands. "She just knocked the cup out of your hand." "I am sure," Gabriel said without looking back. "Wait right outside the door." Luke hesitated, then nodded to the other two guards. They stepped back into the hallway, and the heavy walnut doors clicked shut, leaving us alone in the quiet office. Before I could say a word, Gabriel tapped the control joystick on his armrest. The motorized wheelchair hummed smoothly across the floor, gliding directly toward me with startling speed. I stepped backward on instinct, but my shoulders bumped against the solid oak bookshelf behind the desk. Gabriel drove the chair forward until the metal footrests bumped lightly against my shins, completely blocking me into the corner between the boo