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Substitute Bride For The Fake Cripple

Author: Harman Lowry

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1027 | Released on: 08/05/2026

mber lighting of the room did nothing to soften the harsh, ragged sound of Dillan's br

tep inside, Dillan's arm

rack echoed off the walls. Loose papers slid across the smooth surface and fluttered

Dillan

odshot, the veins in his neck bulging against his colla

ivate server, Grace? Why did

g the floor, the black ink of IP addresses and timestamps blurring toget

"Those aren't mine. It's technically impossible for me to bypass that

't give me your cold, corporate bullshit. You couldn't stand that I still h

her gut. She lifted her hand, her teeth instincti

evoid of any warmth. "The IP addresses on those server logs have nothing to do

ed into something unrecognizable. He lunged forward, closin

own, his face inches from hers. She could smell

jaw tight. "You're a cold-blooded corporate mach

bloodshot eyes, her own gaze dr

," she said, her voice devoid of any warmth. "You a

d ego. His face flushed a dark, angry red.

ands shot out. He shov

slipped in her heels. She lost her balance,

ed into the sharp ed

ning thud fil

nizing waves. Grace sucked in a sharp breath. The air hissed through

ine glass tipped over the edge. It hit the hardwoo

g bit into G

ugh her skin. Bright red blood immediately welled up, sliding down he

s hands twitched at his sides. But then his jaw hardened, and the arrogant ma

oldly, his voice trembling slightly with

ng marble of the bar. Her fingers were white-knuckled. She pushed throu

n, she slowly raised her head to look

warmth in her chest died.

ree-carat diamond engagement ring on her left hand. She

dim light, flashing wit

Grace stated. Her voice wa

second later, he

eered, rolling his eyes. "

he pulled her arm back and hurle

tom suit. It bounced off him and landed on the pile of

ity of the moment finally hit him. He reach

something you're

hand with the swift, visceral reac

said, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper,

ng pain in her ankle with every step she took. She walked across the room, her hee

d around the cold handle. She pushed it down and

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“Grace's engagement to Dillan Hayes was nothing but a cold business transaction to secure funding for her family's company. But when Dillan violently shoved her into a marble bar over his ex-girlfriend, leaving her bleeding, Grace didn't hesitate. She called 911, had her fiancé arrested on the spot, and broke off the engagement. Returning to the Albert estate, she expected chaos, but not absolute betrayal. Her family didn't care that she had just been physically assaulted. They were in a sheer panic because her cousin Ashly had just fled the country, abandoning a terrifying arranged marriage. The groom was Hudson Turner, a man known across Manhattan as a disgraced, violent psychopath, paralyzed from the waist down in a severe crash. To save themselves from the Turner family's wrath and financial ruin, Grace's aunt and father ordered her to take Ashly's place. "You eat from this family, you live in this house! It is time you paid us back!" Her father even threatened to freeze her bank accounts and faked a heart attack to force her compliance. For three years, Grace had single-handedly kept the family business afloat while they squandered the profits. Now, they were throwing her to a monster without a second thought, expecting her to rot as a crippled man's miserable nursemaid. But they picked the wrong sacrifice. Grace ruthlessly extorted a legal severance from her family, taking her shares and cutting all ties forever. She walked straight into Hudson Turner's private gallery to propose a mutually beneficial, cutthroat business marriage. However, when the prenuptial was signed, the "paralyzed" billionaire placed his hands on his wheelchair. Slowly, deliberately, Hudson stood up to his full, imposing height of six-foot-three. "The wheelchair is a necessary illusion for my enemies," Hudson stated calmly. "But it will never be an illusion between you and me."”