Testing Love: Married To A Crippled Billionaire Novels & Stories

As I was walking back towards the kitchen Sophia stretched her foot forward tripping me and I smashed my head against the floor. They both laughed as I stood up and dusted myself off, “Stop stand still.” Alpha’s wife said, “What is it, Mariah?” Mother asked. “How’s about we marry off this orphan to my cripple?” I froze. “She’s good at cooking and cleaning, and let’s be honest he can’t even have sex, and well looking at her wouldn't give anyone any sort of erection.” They both laughed, “What’s in it for me?” Mother asked, “I’ll give you a check every month, how do those five thousand dollars sound.” My eyes almost popped

Despite her age, there was a certain strength in her gait, the kind that came from a lifetime of grace and authority. She wore a warm smile that softened her sharp features. “Ah, there you are–” The woman said in a voice that was both gentle and commanding. Her eyes twinkled as they took in Valeria. “So you’re the one I’ve been hearing who married my son. My daughter-in-law. Welcome to Moreno family.” Valeria blinked, caught off guard by the family’s name. It took her a few moments to realise that she married Markos Moreno. The rumoured multi-billionaire who was paralyzed for life. Looking beside her towards the man who just married her, she became confused.

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

“I need context, Ava. Context and tea. Because what I heard…” “You heard wrong.” I stride past her toward the couch. “I heard ‘prove the marriage is real,’ and unless he’s talking about a blood test, I did not hear wrong!” “Maya.” I drop onto the sofa, pinch the bridge of my nose. “It’s complicated.” “Then uncomplicate it.” “There’s nothing to explain.” Her brows shoot up. “So the billionaire you’re allegedly marrying didn’t just proposition you through legal paperwork?” I reach for the remote. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Do you truly believe you can survive the Blackwood estate?” I smiled calmly like the question was okay with me. “Ambition doesn’t keep me alive,” I said. “Survival does. And I don’t intend to fail.” I answered the question put a force smile on my face. Something dark flickered in his eyes before he laughed loudly. “Interesting,” he said. “Let’s see how long that lasts.” Later, after everyone left the dining room I walk straight to my room. Xavier fellow me and Xavier spoke quietly. “They tested you,” he said. “And you passed. Prepare yourself. The wedding is coming.”

The name echoed in my mind like a curse. Everyone knew him. The youngest billionaire CEO in the country. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who destroyed lives with contracts and smiles that never reached his eyes. A man who didn’t believe in love. And today, he would become my husband. I finally turned to face my mother. She looked smaller than I remembered, older, worn down by guilt and worry. “I’ll do it,” I said quietly. “I just need you to promise me one thing.” “Anything.”

"I have no business coming there; if you want to talk to someone about the contract, then talk to my wife. You can't choose to ignore her or see her in another light. She is as important as I am to the company and has the same right as I do to the company. So I want you to give her the same treatment and respect you would have given to me if I was the one representing the company." Mrs. Caldwell scoffed. "It seems you have forgotten, so let me remind you. That marriage of yours is just a contract marriage. It was done to just keep your face in society nothing more. So that request of yours is will not be granted. I won't stoop so low to administer the same right and respect I give to you to

And after the accident that left him paralyzed, he had only grown colder, his depression forging an even more merciless version of himself. “Don’t ever step into my room! You’re just a contract wife! Sleep in the guest room!” Harry Anderson’s voice was cold and sharp, his eyes filled with disdain as he glared at Arabella—the young woman he had just married. Arabella stood frozen, her heart sinking at his cruel words. She had hoped, even if just a little, that Harry would treat her as his real wife despite their forced marriage. But reality shattered that hope in an instant. She blinked several times, struggling to comprehend his hostility. Her lips parted to respond, but before she could utt

I try my luck again. “That you have been sold off.” Michael who appear from nowhere answered, smiling arrogantly. “Wait, what? Did you say s- sold out?” I stuttered. “Yes, princess, you heard me right, he mimics.” Currently, I couldn't control the stream of tears that threatens to fall as I cry my eyes out. Just when I thought I could go back to my normal life. “Stop this melodrama, Lila, father shouted. That man over there, Armani, is now your husband, and you will be respectful towards him. He now possesses full over you, so cut your trap and accept the reality to make things easier for us all.”

She looked like she was about to tell me to shut the fuck up, but instead, she ignored me and headed straight for the table. “You should wheel your poor husband to the table, wifey. Being unromantic is not how we should begin this fake marriage, don't you think?” “The last time I checked, your arms were strong enough to wheel yourself anywhere you wish to go,” she replied curtly. I reached the dining table and looked directly into her gaze. “Don’t tell me you’ve been checking out my arms.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” she murmured, dishing a generous portion of green bean wild rice casserole into her plate.