Novel & Cerita Testing Love: Married To A Crippled Billionaire

, I said out loud, growing even more angry as I struggled to unlock the door of my car. “If I didn't leave that cripple, there's no way she would have had him. Yet she came here and was acting as though her marriage to him was special. That crippled old man. Can he even take care of her? What will people think of them? An After-one and a crippled old man getting married. They are just the perfect match for each other”, I mused. “I don't even know why mother is making such a big deal out of their marriage. What is so special about this wedding anyway. It's just a wedding. Anybody can plan a wedding. After All Ron and I are planning our own wedding”, I thought, driving out.

“This fake marriage was supposed to have terms. Lines. Rules.” “It does,” he said quickly. “Then why do I feel like I’m the only one being held to them?” He was quiet for a moment, then stepped closer. Not invading my space. Just close enough that I could feel him there. “They’re like this,” he said. “They push. They test.” “I am not a test,” I said. “I know,” he replied. “And I’m not saying it’s right. I’m saying it’s how they operate.” “That doesn’t make it easier,” I said.

he interjected “End what?” I asked with raised brows “This marriage or whatever it is, for your safety,” he said and I just stared at him like he was crazy “I'm fine,” I said through my teeth “No you are not, just look at you all this because you are married to a fucking crippled,” he said raising his voice, it was clear that he was worked up about the whole thing but he was overreacting “No I can't let any harm come to you,” he said “No” I simply said

I joked. Julie's resounding laughter echoes through the phone making me worry about a lot of things. "Oh, really? I always knew that you hated me. It's such a discovery. How can you even say that?" She asked with more laughter spilling out of her lips. I shrugged carelessly, failing to understand why she was so particular about my response. "You are always working. What do you expect me to think?" "Well, that I might be busy trying to make a living? Not everyone is lucky to be married to a billionaire you know? It's really hard work for some of us. I have a business up and running but it still doesn't make it easier."

His idea was a ridiculous one, something I was supposed to say no to and walk out, however I was standing before him fighting with my inner self on what to do. After a bad first encounter. I cooled down thanks to Charlie, who explained to me the situation. Apparently, the man I nearly fought with was the billionaire who wanted me as a wife. According to our encounter at the bar, his personality wasn't so pleasing. He looked like an arrogant man, a spoiled rich bachelor who thought marriage was just a game. Although I didn't intend to get married and settle down myself, I respected the bond of marriage a husband and wife formed because it was sacred. Either be it a love marriage or a forced m

she asked. Jennifer smiled smugly. She snatched the cup from Nadia's hand and threw it to the ground. "Aunt Nadia, what are you talking about? I'm only doing this for your own good. Since you're crippled, you should be grateful to be able to marry someone like Mr. Holt." Nadia tried her best to cling to her last bit of consciousness. She gritted her teeth and said, "Just because I'm a cripple, you want me to marry an old geezer? Besides, which one of you saw that I was limping?"

After I freshen up, I would sort for something to eat. [BREAKING NEWS: The Hideous Crippled Billionaire's Wife is rumored to be barren and unable to provide an heir. Mr. James Wellson is in search of a good wife material in both kitchen and bed…] “What?” I held the handrail and stopped in my tracks, my jaw dropped in shock as I gradually turned to the television. Barren?! Have we had sex before? Why did he publish such news? Wait, what's going on? Another marriage? I rambled with words as I rushed up to where I had kept my bag and brought out my phone.

"Come and get it! It's not mine anyway! Did you guys know that I'm not even my parents' real daughter, but they still love me more?" She burst into laughter, screaming, "Claire is just a nerd who got tricked into marrying a cripple! She gives him massages every day and cares for him like some lowly attendant! Jack Harrison? Sure, he's rich and good-looking, but he's just a cripple! Do you think someone who limps can be good in bed? As if! I'd never marry a disabled guy!" The video continued, her words growing even nastier.

If she looks tired, make her sit. If she tries to lift anything heavier than a paperclip, stop her. And if she cries, call me immediately. I’m five minutes away. Vivian looked at Elena. Elena looked at Vivian. Vivian grinned. “He’s unhinged already.” Elena covered her face again. “I’m married to a lunatic.” Vivian pat her head. “A very rich, very powerful, very in-love lunatic. And now—he’s a future daddy.”

“Scar, just so you know, people are already talking. I*******m, news… they think it’s a romance. Headlines everywhere.” I groaned, standing abruptly. “Perfect. I’m married to a billionaire before even signing anything, and the world is watching. Lena… I’m doomed.” She pulled me into a quick hug. “No way love, you're not doomed. Scarlett Lee? You fight, you survive, you set rules, and you decorate that tower into a palace. Trust me, one year will feel like a lifetime, but you’ll do it your way.”