Fated to the Crippled Mr Billionaire

Fated to the Crippled Mr Billionaire

Helen Margaret

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What happens when your worst nightmare becomes your reality? When Ella's life was turned upside down by a shocking revelation, she found herself bound in marriage to a mysterious billionaire, Derek Gibson. Never having laid eyes on him before, Ella's world crumbled as she faced the daunting reality of a union with a man who seemed determined to make her life a living hell for reasons best known to him alone. As Ella tries to navigate her new world, she wonders if she would ever be able to escape fate.

Chapter 1 C1

"So....." Mrs Bailey turned to her husband after breakfast, a smile plastered across her face.

His brows furrowed.

"So, are you ready to call him now?" She asked him, but she noticed that it seemed like he didn't really entertain the idea.

"I'm not sure." He replied with a hesitant expression on his face.

"What is it?" She inquired, impatiently. "Don't tell me you want to back out now." She gave him a stern look.

"No, that's not it. It's just that I've been thinking about it, but I don't think I have the number anymore." Mr Bailey said, sadly and his wife sighed.

"You know it's been a little over a year now, and my previous phone got lost, or stolen maybe. I don't even know which one it is, but all I'm trying to say is that I have no access to that phone." He explained further, his expression calm, but calculated.

"Oh no. I totally forgot." Mrs Bailey remembered, sounding disappointed.

She bit her lip as she tried to think about a way out, but got none.

"So, what do we do now?" She asked, searching his eyes for answers.

"I don't really know. I think I might have to check my journal to see if I wrote it there, but I highly doubt it." He said to her, and she nodded slowly.

"Okay, let me help you with that. Where is the said journal?" She asked, her eyes fixated on him.

"It's in the room, I guess." He answered, wiping his hands with the napkin.

Surprised, she said, "You guess? You're not even sure?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I'm sure I said so before." He answered, shrugging.

"Come on, Andrew. You're not helping matters here." She complained, getting a bit upset.

"But I'm just being honest. I'm not sure where I kept it exactly." He repeated, and his wife shook her head in displeasure.

"You know what? Since you're not sure of where you kept it, let's go and search for it then." She got up swiftly, but he was reluctant to get up.

"Hurry up, honey. Time is money." She said, grabbing his arm as she tried to pull him up from the chair, but he refused to get up.

Now completely offended, she yelled. "Why do I feel like I'm the only one in this? 'Cause you're making it feel like I'm the only one who will benefit from this if it works out."

"No, that's not it. I just feel unsettled about this whole arrangement." He said, gently.

She hissed loudly. "I just knew that you were already having second thoughts!"

"Look, I don't care if you want to end up on the streets by the end of this month when the bank requests for the loan repayment, but my daughter and I won't! I won't let it happen!" She wagged a disapproving finger as she spoke angrily.

"So the earlier you get up and let's start searching for that journal, the better it will be for us all!" She snapped at him.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, and she just stared at him.

"I don't even know why you're trying to be sentimental about this whole thing. After all, we're not selling her off. We're only using her to save ourselves, better our future, and maybe hers too in the process." She said, in a more calmer tone, and he began to think about it for a while.

"Fine. Let's go, and search for it." He finally succumbed, and she broke into a smile.

"Now, you're talking. Let's go." She pulled him by the arm, and this time, he got up immediately.

As they got to the room, he sat on the sofa, and she stood beside him.

"I think it should be there." He said, pointing to the bottom of his bedside drawer.

She then immediately began to search for his journal.

While she was still searching, his phone began to ring. He checked the caller ID, and seeing that it was an unsaved number, he frowned.

Noticing his expression, she asked, "who is it?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, "I don't have the number saved on my phone."

"Okay? Are you going to pick it up, or what?" She asked, with a frown.

"What if it's a call from the bank?" He asked with uncertainty. "I've been avoiding their calls lately."

"You wouldn't know that until you find out." She replied, sharply.

He took a deep breath, and picked the call, "Hello."

"Hello. Is this Mr Andrew Bailey?" The caller asked him.

"Yes, this is him." Mr Bailey replied, his tone unreceptive, because he thought it was a call from the bank.

"Oh, thank goodness." The caller sounded pleased, making Mr Bailey confused. "I am Lawyer Clark, representing the Late Mr Dan Gibson."

Hearing this, Mr Bailey sprung to his feet, "Mr Da... Dan Gibson?" He stuttered, not sure of what he heard.

Hearing the name, his wife left what she was doing, and raced to her husband's side.

"Speaker, please." She mouthed to her husband, and he placed the call on loudspeaker.

"Yes, sir. I have actually been trying to reach you. I was going through the will that Mr Gibson left behind, and I saw that it was in writing in which both parties have signed, for you to give your daughter to him in marriage." Lawyer Clark explained.

"Yes, that's very correct." Mr Bailey answered quickly.

"I'd like to ask you if you'd still like to proceed with the deal, because the deal still stands, but only if you're still interested." He stated, and Mr Bailey was lost for words.

"Are you still there, sir?" Lawyer Clark asked as the silence prolonged.

"Ye... Yes, I am." Mr Bailey stuttered.

"So, what do you say? Are you still interested?" Lawyer Clark asked again.

"I have a question though." Mr Bailey said, and his wife stared questionably at him.

"You can ask your question, Mr Bailey." Lawyer Clark urged him.

"Who will she... I mean who will my daughter be-"

He was about to ask who Ella was going to be getting married to since Mr Dan was already dead, but his wife, knowing what he was about to say, tugged on his arm, and shook her head.

Mr Bailey paused.

"Are you still there, sir?" The lawyer asked, seeing as he suddenly went quiet.

"Oh yes, I am." Mr Bailey replied quickly.

"You said you had a question-"

"Oh no, it's fine. Never mind." He quickly changed his mind. "We are still very much interested in the deal." He said, excitedly.

"That's perfect then. The wedding will come up next weekend." He informed him.

"Whoa! That quick?" He asked, quite surprised.

"Yes, it was delayed because of the chairman's sudden death." Lawyer Clark explained.

"Oh, I understand."

"With your agreement, the deal is sealed and stamped. We'll meet at the wedding next weekend. Kindly inform your daughter." Lawyer Clark said, on a final note.

"Thank you so much, Lawyer Clark. We'll be there. We really appreciate this news." Mr Bailey replied happily, and the call ended.

"Yeeesss!!!" Mrs Bailey screamed in extreme joy. "We'll finally be out of this mess. Oh, I'm so glad. Finally."

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