Paralyzed Presidents Seed

Crack! Pranggg!

Glass shards scattered across the floor.

"Fiona, stop!" said the middle-aged man sternly.

"I won't stop until you take back what you said, Dad! You know, Dad, I don't like your joke!" shouted the 18-year-old girl, visibly furious. It was clear that she was seething with anger after just waking up from a beautiful dream. But when she woke up, she was faced with a nightmare.

The future Fiona had imagined would be so beautiful after graduation turned out to be a waste. She had to marry a man much older than her. She didn't even know who this man was.

"Dad can't take back what he said before. You're officially married to Mr. William Stefanus Thene. I married you both last night. Now, go to his house and live there as his wife," said Fawzi Sanjaya, Fiona's father, firmly.

"How could you marry me off to him without my consent?" Fiona screamed, her voice filled with emotion.

"I don't need your consent," Fawzi replied coldly, making Fiona's face twist in disappointment.

Fiona couldn't fathom what her father was saying. How could he marry her off without her consent? She didn't even know when he married her off last night.

Now, Fiona stood, staring at the towering mansion, probably four or five stories high, with an expanse beyond her imagination.

This was Stefanus Thene's residence.

Fiona walked gracefully, even though her appearance was far from appropriate for a young girl like her. She wore a red dress with a tie at the back of her neck, exposing her back, paired with red heels and fishnet stockings.

"Madam, the Sir is waiting for you in his room," the maid said, trying to show her the way to his room. Fiona showed no interest in responding.

She didn't know how many maids were whispering about her appearance at that moment. But she didn't care. The person who should be here was not Fiona, but Azalea Liona Fawzi. She was the one who should be in Stefanus Thene's residence. But Azalea had run away with her lover, and now it was Fiona who had to bear all the consequences. If not, her father's company would collapse. Never mind that! Forget about it. Now Fiona would carry out her plan to get the man to divorce her. The sooner, the better, right?

Brak!

Fiona kicked the door to the room she was supposed to stay in with one of her feet. With full confidence, she entered the room.

"Ah!" Fiona gasped, startled by the perfect, handsome face, like a statue with beautifully carved features, now standing not far from her.

"Oh... Baby, you're so handsome. Maybe I would be the luckiest girl in the world to marry you, if only you weren't paralyzed!" Fiona said bluntly, immediately insulting William's physical condition.

Although Fiona didn't know her husband's face, the maid had previously mentioned that her master was waiting in the room, so this man must be her husband.

Fiona was quite shocked to find that her husband was paralyzed. Now she understood why her sister had an affair and left her fiancé.