Testing Love: Married To A Crippled Billionaire Novels & Stories

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

“I got crippled two months ago. The doctor say I’d never be able to work. Sure, we might have lots of servants to assist me, but as my wife, you’d be my number one caregiver. Plus, I wouldn’t be able to satisfy you in bed. I can’t get your pregnant. Do you want that kind of life for yourself?” “Yes.”She answered, immediately and bluntly. I blinked, surprised. What was the deal with this family?! *JANELLE* There was an eerie feeling about this man and I already knew that this marriage won’t last. I wasn’t hoping it would last anyway. I already had a deal with Gary. So I’ll play my part and once I get married to this man, Gary had better play his. And I also kind of understood why this man was

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

“Of course. Yes. We’ll do a test.” The waiter came by with two lattes and some polite chatter about the weather that felt as distant as a radio. For a moment, the only sound that mattered was the slow drip of the espresso machine. Elena held Damian’s gaze, trying to find the man who’d promised transparency, who’d knelt to do the work. She wanted to believe him. She wanted the shape of their life to be repairable. But beneath the want there was the ache of betrayal, the knowledge that love and truth were two different currencies and both were required now.

Jonathan raised his shoulders as he looked down at Lorenzo. “He is the man… you married?” He asked, in contempt. “Yes. My husband, Lorenzo,” she answered pridefully. “A crippled?” When Lorraine suddenly burst into laughter drawing attention to them, Leilani frowned. “This… man?” She asked, amidst laughter. Of course, they were mocking her that her husband was crippled. And they probably would not stop doing that just to have leverage over her like they always do. “If I were you, I might actually kill myself before I settle for… a person like this,” she frowned.

“You heard me. We’ll act like a couple. Hold hands. Smile for photos." “And if I don’t?” I asked. I didn’t care if he was cold, broken, or powerful. I’d been caged before, five years in a basement where my screams never made it past the concrete walls. No man could intimidate me now. His lips twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then I guess you’ll owe me twenty million dollars. And I don’t think you have that kind of spare change, Liana.” God, I hated how calmly he said that.

"I'll pay it! One million it is!" Then she glared at Lorraine. "Mama! I'm stuck in this wheelchair. Do you have any idea how much pain I'm in?" "The family's in financial trouble and I have no choice... It's all that little witch Evelyn's fault, colluding with the Marlowes to bleed us dry!" Lorraine said bitterly. "I don't care. Pay Dr. X right now. I need to be on my feet again!" "Fine, fine, Mama will do it right away." Lorraine had no choice. She hurried after Evelyn and wrote out a check. "Dr. X, please help her."

It was the first honest sentence in a long while that had cost me nothing, and the first that frightened me. "Why did you really agree to marry me?" I asked next. "Say it plain." "The will. And Richard's books." He didn't dress it up. "Your estate records may show where that money went. I won't pretend that wasn't part of it." "Part of it." "I signed away the money before you said yes. That wasn't about the books." "It doesn't fix this." I closed the folder. "I've been married to a man who decided what I deserved to know. I'm not doing it twice."

The documents exposed their entire relationship as a completely artificial corporate transaction designed solely to appease the Thorn family board and stabilize the stock price during a rocky fiscal year. By 2:00 AM, the media frenzy had reached a fever pitch. Financial journalists, talk-show hosts, and millions of casual internet users were analyzing every single line of the document. The narrative of the powerful billionaire marrying a struggling tech founder out of genuine love was instantly obliterated, replaced by a much darker story of cynical corporate manipulation and predatory wealth. Inside his private penthouse suite, the atmosphere was completely suffocating. The massive floor-to

can't afford T.V. to watch him." Marigold snapped back saying, "Or maybe it's you're delusional and self centered and the only 'T.V.' he's on is the one in your head." Mr.Bax slammed his hand down on his desk and said, "I don't know what my son sees in you, but he wants you to be his wife." Marigold said, "Well your son is as delusional as you are. I won't be forced into marriage." Mr.Bax put his hands on his desk, slowly stood up, and said, "Marigold Kelp will you be such a stupid woman and reject my son? Do you realize you as the wife of a Billionaire will be set for the rest of your life. You'll never have to work a day in your life, you will have everything you could possibly desire… Bu