Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Paralyzed Husband

Chapter 4

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d it with a wave of his hand and spoke into his wrist. The black sedan,

as Colton expertly maneuvered his chair into the vehicle, locking

backseat was spacious, but th

his hands resting on the wheels

on the rules," he said.

, showing the screen to Sterling,

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cheeks. She let out a breath s

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24 hours of the ceremony. And... I require absolute privacy regarding my persona

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number. She shoved t

the curb. "City Hall,

deploying the ramp. Clarice watched as Colto

e sidewalk, jarring the chair to

s around his torso, catching him be

st. She smelled cedarwood and so

the words escaping her lips in

ull away immediately. He leaned his

murmured. "Balan

his shoulders. Her professional instincts kicked in. She subtly assessed his posture, t

tapping his can

the thought. He was her hus

uilding. It was late, but

them, holding a th

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tandard forms. The full two-hundred-

. She looked at the papers. Prenupt

before the marriage was his,

othing. He had everything. It was fair. And

he signed. No hesitation. No reading the

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“I sat at a table for two in the center of Le Coucou, clutching a gift box that had cost me two months of savings. It was our three-year anniversary, and I was waiting for Gavin to finally ask the big question. But when the heavy oak doors opened, Gavin didn't walk toward me with a ring. He walked in with a polished blonde heiress tucked under his arm, her hand resting protectively over a small baby bump. "This is Tiffany Stone. My fiancée," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He didn't apologize for being late or for the three years we'd spent together. Instead, he pulled out a checkbook, scribbled a number, and slid a ten-thousand-dollar check across the white tablecloth. "Consider it severance for your time," he added, as Tiffany mocked my cheap drugstore dress. "Don't contact me again. Tiffany doesn't need the stress." I was the entertainment for the entire restaurant-the pathetic girl dumped for a better model. By the time I walked out into the rain, I had lost my boyfriend, my home, and the funding for my secret medical research project. I was an orphan with no safety net, facing an eviction notice and a ruined career. I had given Gavin everything, and he had discarded me like a broken tool. The injustice burned in my chest, a hot, sharp rage that replaced my tears. Desperate and freezing, I ducked into a coffee shop where I met Colton Bentley, a reclusive billionaire in a wheelchair. After I defended him from a cruel date, he offered me a contract: a marriage of convenience and a seven-figure payment to act as his shield. I signed the papers that night, ready to use his wealth to rebuild my life. But as I watched my new husband navigate his penthouse, I noticed his "paralyzed" legs tense with a strength that shouldn't exist.”