Married to the Tyrant in a Wheelchair

oward the grand staircase. He jerked h

he wood and tossed it aside. She followed

nd them, instantly cutting off the ch

He pulled out a Cuban cigar and cli

s eyes scanned her cheap, wet hoodie like he

luntly, dropping the facade of a caring father. "The supply chain is bro

he cigar on

The condition for the cash injection is a marr

ght in a fire. He's disfigured. He's confined to a wheelchair. Rumor h

t sending Kayleigh into that hellho

ut? Fine. You take Kayleigh's place. You mar

stood perf

kwood Manor, her heart slamm

les

ad forehead. The tyrant who h

to stop her hands from shaking. She for

itate, narrowing her

ve and biological ties. And I want the original, untampered copy of the DNA report Felton Hogan used to

He thought she was making a desperate

," he

and dialed his private lawyer. He ord

into the study, clutching a leather briefcase

n. She read every single line of the lia

to the paper and signed her nam

manila folder containing the falsified DNA documents along with a

the paper in her fist. The sharp edges of the folder dug

monster," Felton warned, his voice dropping to a

and shoved it into her hoodie pocket. She

ic room. She pulled a battered black

Hogan family. She only threw in a few worn

own the grand staircase, the du

They watched her leave, their faces twi

oors. She stepped out into the freezing