Romance Novel Hero In Wheelchair Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even the wheelchair did not affect his nobility in the slightest. She recognized him, after her baby had been thrown to the ground and seriously injured by Francis and Khloe she ran out with her baby in her arms, stopped a car and told the driver to take her to the hospital. The man in the wheelchair was in the car however he allowed her in and instructed the driver to send them all the way to the hospital. Although her child didnt make it, she was grateful to him for his kindness. When their eyes met, she smiled at him. Leonardo Quinns.

she added, with emphasis. God created perfection in Logan Ashford, a man with a charismatic aura despite his physical limitations, lifted his gaze to Victoria. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, his handsome face with a small mole under his left eye exuded charm, though his gaze was icy. But the good looks are overshadowed by a reality that cannot be hidden: his legs are paralyzed, the result of a tragic accident three years ago. But Victoria's parents are not ones to waste an offer of compensation if one of their daughters accepts this arranged marriage. When she learns that her future husband is disabled and uses a wheelchair to get around, Lucy flatly refuses. Not wanting to embarrass

‘Nice to meet you, Ethan. There was an awkward moment when he offered his left hand instead of his right but then I realized he couldn’t use his right hand at all. It lay limply on his thigh. I noticed then that his wheelchair was a motorized one, no doubt because it would be impossible for him to wheel himself about without the use of both hands.

"Can you inform your men that the news of my healing can't be made known to the public yet? I'm not ready to let myself open to Edwina." "Roger, that boss!" Carlos did a mock salute before letting out a loud and long yawn. "I could really do with some sleep right now." "Me too," Jason added with a yawn too. "I guess we should all go get some rest then. We all deserve it." I said to them. Bidding their goodbyes, Caleb stood up, heading to the small locker room in the office. He brought out another wheelchair. Don't know what people were thinking, but I had gotten a wheelchair as a gift when I had just gotten paralyzed.

Chapter Two We Met Again Five Years Later. Sophie’s POV "The wheelchair was donated by the Kent Foundation," the nurse spoke. "I was able to get one for Asher." A smile spread across my face as I heard that. I looked at Asher, whom I carried in my arms, and memories of the pain from years ago flooded my mind. I had discovered my pregnancy only after being rejected and cast out of the palace by the man I loved. He had pushed me away as if I meant nothing, and the rough treatment from him and the guards at that time had led to the condition Asher was in now.

However, for such an outstanding woman like her, it seemed like Cedric was the only one who was worthy of her. "Is she from Jeorgia or Jorn City?" Victor frowned and asked. "Jeorgia. According to what her cousin said, she came to Jorn City for some business. I guess she also went to the Shaw Manor with Ced," Lukas said. He walked behind Victor and attempted to push his wheelchair, only to find that it wouldn't budge. "Uncle, what's wrong with this wheelchair?" Only now did Lukas notice that something was off with the wheelchair. Victor paid it no mind and responded casually, "It's broken. Have someone bring another one."

Sophia's POV He's huge. The thought blazed through my mind as my hand pressed against his thigh, the heat and hardness of him burning through the expensive fabric of his suit. Despite everything I'd been told about his condition, despite the wheelchair and the supposed limitations of his injuries, there was no denying what I was feeling. Vito Romano was very much a fully functioning man. And he was very, very aroused.

she said softly, her gratitude genuine enough to make the maid blush. Aria rushed toward the back door—but paused. Damian hadn’t eaten. She bit her lip and turned back toward the kitchen. In her previous life, she had been blind—manipulated by Liana Vale and Victor Sloan until she ended up constantly arguing with Damian, calling him cold and unfeeling, praising Victor at every opportunity. Damian had swallowed every wound without complaint until the pressure finally broke him. He drank himself sick, landing in the hospital with a stomach hemorrhage. He had suffered chronic stomach pain ever since.

Of all people… why him? Chief carried on, detailing Michael Muller’s empire, his movements, his connections. But I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out— “Wait. Wasn’t he crippled?” Chief froze mid-sentence, frowning. “Crippled?” “Yes. I heard he was in a wheelchair after some accident. During his wedding, his bride abandoned him.”

Sophia demanded, turning back to face him. “He’s... different. After an accident several years ago, he was left confined to a wheelchair. He rarely makes public appearances, and many see him as a recluse. I believe that’s why he proposed this arrangement. He wants a wife who will be more than a trophy—someone who will care for him as a person, not for his wealth.” Sophia’s brow furrowed. “And he thinks that’s me? Why?”