The Disabled Heiress, My Ex-husband Would Pay Dearly. Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just as she got out and prepared to go back inside, my phone vibrated with a text from Gideon with a video link, and a news alert: Clawford Heiress’s Bribery Confession. What? I played the audio and a distorted voice that longed to sound like Valenticia’s spoke. “I paid the board to secure my title… Clawford’s mine by any means.” The lie was crude, venomous, and had Natasha’s stench written all over it.

What Damon was. What he had planned from the beginning. The Luxembourg account. The prenup clause. The board manipulation. The advisors with fabricated credentials. The estate clause he had found and sat on for fourteen months. The car on the anniversary. The railing. The water. I told her that last part in two sentences. Flat. The way I told things that cost me. She needed to understand the full shape of it and I was not going to protect her from it. She listened without interrupting.

Thomas nodded grimly. “Yes. Throw them to the public while we quietly secure whatever remains of our empire. It’s the only way.” Richard took another drag from his cigarette before crushing it into the ashtray. In fact, he had the same thought in his mind. Facing a calamity, the Elliots never hesitated to go to extreme lengths. Back then, he had also thrown his ex-wife out. If he can do it once, why wouldn’t he do it again?

I muttered darkly. “You were just a poor man who had the luck of catching the eyes of a rich heiress and marrying her twenty five years ago. Now, what would happen when this video gets to her, along with the news of your infidelity," I said making a ‘tsk’ sound “She’ll throw you out of the mansion she built for you. She’ll kick you back to the streets you came from. We both know, your wife would completely ruin you once you get home Mr Williams. She’ll make sure you regret playing with her, and cheating on her.

After he kicked her out of his house and divorced her because of a stupid reason. As she sat there, trying to make sense of it all, Becky felt a mix of emotions. She was grateful that she didn't have to worry about the bill, but she was also confused and a little hurt. Why would William do something like this, and what did it mean for their future interactions?

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

“Good father? Of course not. I’m not trying to be a good father to you. This is different—I’d even advise a complete stranger if she were in your place. Do you have any idea how dangerous your soon-to-be husband is? He may be disabled, yes, but don’t mistake that for weakness. He’s nowhere near weak.” His words made me pause, my mind catching on one detail: disabled. My grip on the bouquet tightened slightly. Why… why did my thoughts immediately shift to him? To that man? The man who had taken my virginity. I shook my head, trying to dispel the ridiculous notion. Impossible. This isn’t a movie. The idea that the man I had slept with could somehow be my husband-to-be was absurd. Before I coul

plans for him and the corporations’ image to the public. Now, finding himself so helpless and disabled albeit temporarily for at least 14 days, she was in charge of everything, his well-being, his healing, and now as his care-taker, nurse, or whatever you call it. Wife. That’s what it is called, he realized. She did not even complain. Any woman he dated in the past would find it beneath them to act as a maid to him, undressing him (that did not involve sex), feeding him, checking his bandages, preparing a bath for him, wash him. They might do it but they would do it for the money, a Tiffany, a Cartier or whatever trinket they fancy, on that he was certain. This woman he married was a heires

Struggling with the keys, they slipped from her grasp, and she slammed the door in frustration. "Damn it!" she exclaimed, forcing a pained smile. She found the idea almost amusing, and then chuckled. All this time, she had been married to a billionaire, not just any billionaire, but the heir of the Winston Fortune. If only her mother could see her now, she thought.

Advika felt happy that her husband agreed with her because this is her. **A handicapped wife of the richest billionaire of the country.** ********** ********** Let me know your thoughts about my book in the comment section. With Love, Author The Cloud.