Married to the Tyrant in a Wheelchair

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of Cedars-Sinai. The midnight Los Angeles

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e hood. He didn't move to open the door for

door open herself and climbed into the very

reclining captain's chairs in the second row. The heavy s

m the curb and merged onto the i

The only sound was the low hum

he turned slightly in her seat, he

ng," Cindy scolded. "Gulping water down like a refu

out and gently pa

eigh said, her voice sickeningly swee

the way, Mom, I need to go to the Ivy League alumni fitt

reminder of the elite resources and

ainst the cold glass of the

d already calculating how fast she could liquid

k of reaction felt like a dire

body around to gla

orning, you will stand in the living room and formall

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onto Cindy in the d

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n't believe this girl, who usually craved her appro

into her own palms. A flicker of

w mirror. He shook his head in disgust, assuming

ook a sharp turn. The tires crunched onto

open, revealing a sprawling, br

ntain. Two rows of servants stood at atten

the doors for Cindy and Kayleigh, holding a large umbr

ushed open

anded squarely in a deep pu

gh her cheap canvas shoes, chilling her t

warm, thick towel. He completely ignored A

ead back and stared at

t had buried her dign

jaw set. She walked up the pristine white