Novel & Cerita Testing Love: Married To A Crippled Billionaire

As if he wasn’t asking me to sell myself. ‎I lifted my eyes slowly, forcing my trembling hands to stay still. The man sitting across from me was everything people whispered about in magazines and boardrooms—handsome, powerful, untouchable. Ethan Blackwood. Billionaire CEO. The man who had ruined my family without losing a second of sleep. ‎ ‎“You want me to marry you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. ‎ ‎His dark eyes flickered, sharp and cold, like he was already bored of this conversation. “For one year.”

With all eyes on him, the garden becomes quiet. He exclaims in a venomous voice, "To my crippled brother and his lovely wife." His smirk is a taunt as if we can't see Dario's wheelchair, and the word "crippled" stabs. I feel a wave of rage. "What sort of brother do you have?" I whisper in my voice. Richard dismisses me with a laugh despite his narrowed eyes. Dario's face is calm but pallid as his hand grips his chair more tightly. With a sparkling voice, Viola steps in.

He had sworn to do anything in order to get me, even if it meant tearing the world apart. This was just the tip of the iceberg because the torture was just beginning. He even offered my husband ten billion dollars only if I divorced him willingly, he promised to give me all the riches I had ever wanted but I refused. My husband hated me for that. This was where my husband Caspian, turns into something I refer to as a demon in human form making me experience hell on earth, a nightmare I couldn't run from, neither hide from, and this was all because of a billionaire who wants to fuck me by all means.

Everyone turned and hell, I did too. A man sat in a wheelchair at the center of the room. Across from him stood a woman dressed in a designer skirt and a cold, perfect smile. She laughed, loud and cruel. “Marry you? If it were a month ago, yes, but now, what do you take me for? You think I will marry a fucking cripple? You should find another cripple to be your wife, not me.” The words sliced through the air. The slap that followed was even sharper. She downed her wine, tossed the glass on the table, and walked away as the crowd whispered.

“The Dominguez family is one of the wealthiest in the country. If it weren’t for Cosmo’s accident, you would never have had the chance to marry him even if you wanted to. Now that you are his wife, stop overthinking everything and focus on being a good partner to him.” “I have no problem with that. All I ask is that I no longer have any connection to the Lopez family,” Eloise said plainly. Ardiel’s eyes widened in disbelief. She clutched her chest, overwhelmed with anger. “How can you say that? We worked so hard to give you a good life, and this is how you repay us, with resentment and abandonment?” She knew Cosmo had a disability, but to her, that didn’t matter. Being married to him meant a

This entire scene didn't just feel oddly familiar, it was exactly the same scene that had happened a few years ago. This was exactly what had happened on the same day seven years ago, the year I turned twenty four. I remembered it vividly now. It was also the year I realized my family didn't give a damn about me. My family had tried to force me to marry Brian, the first son of the powerful Montero family who had unfortunately been left disabled due to a horrible accident a few years ago.

“And if you lose the company, you will also lose your father’s inheritance; the house, the shares, the money, everything baby. Think about it.” It seems like the floor just disappeared under my feet. “You can’t do that. You won't do that.” I sound helpless now. She smiles. “I can, because legally, I control everything until you are married.” she replies mildly. I stare at her in shock. “You’re lying.” She shrugs, unbothered. “You can ask the lawyer if you don’t believe me.” Chloe stands up and crosses the room in a few strides, toward the door. “Think carefully, sister,” she smiles. “Marriage to a billionaire doesn’t sound so bad.” She winks at me and leaves.

I explained, my voice cracking from the pain I felt. Veronica was trying so hard to paint me as a drug addict. “I don't take hard drugs. I swear, Tristan. You know me…” “No, I don't! I don't know you anymore, Arlene. Just a week ago we agreed to get married and now this? Our wedding is in a month but I'm getting married to a junkie? A murderer? What do you take me for? The guy you tried to kill…he is my cousin. Arlene, he is my distant cousin. He just came into town for our wedding! Fuck this!” Tristan bellowed, banging his hands on the desk before me.

I leaned over, glanced at the screen, and said, “Oh, you look so different with filters. I almost didn’t recognize you.” Mrs. Chen choked on her wine. Oliver—my cold billionaire who never laughed at family lunch—let out one loud, shocked bark of a laugh, then covered it with a cough. Serena’s face went red. “You little—” “—literacy coordinator?” I finished. “Yes. Who’s loud in exactly the right way. Amara told me today that real husbands don’t check the time when they read to their wives. How long did Oliver keep checking the time with you, Serena?”

First, I married Aaron Knight, the richest billionaire in the world, my'so-called,' husband, who doesn't even look at me once, he despises me that much. I despise him because he pushed me to marry him, which is why I despise him so much. "But Amy, I'm not hungry; I just need to sleep," I said her as my sight wandered across the living room to a huge, expensive-looking couch. To be honest, I don't have much of an appetite after this marriage. "No, no, sweetie, at the very least eat a bit. You'll enjoy my cuisine, I'm sure "She persisted, a puppy expression on her face.