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The Runaway Bride And The Disabled Billionaire

The Runaway Bride And The Disabled Billionaire

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 689    |    Released on: Today at 14:37

he edge of the sofa. She let out a shar

, but it carried a cold edge

expected

, and the person who had drugged her w

Faye's hand, she hadn't even drunk

im touch her lower lip. Her tongue

the champagne's sweetn

, chemic

nzodiazepine. Fast-acting. Mixed with a

er head bowed. S

n who sent you mention that what's in here is a controlled substance? If I ha

ly. "Impossible! She told me i

e words instantl

er gaze and fe

pulled out her phone. "

on

, clutching Ana's leg, tea

e it was only a mild sedative. She said-she said she just wanted you to relax enough

ery still.

cou

me?" Her voice was le

words coming out in broken gasps. "Take

t you'd stop fighting the marriage. Ana, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. My mother is in the hospital. She needs surgery. Const

Her fingertips trembled-just sl

agne. The convenient hotel room. A fiancé waiting in the dark. A

na's leg, her wh

er. This woman had b

from her father. Before she'd learned that trust

t for hospital bills and a l

ce didn'

Faye's fingers from he

, pl

behind her, cutt

n the glass doors lead

wasn't a

anym

g to Cory Tr

er reflection a pale stranger in the polished brass doors. The

easily. The door was

tr

ed a small, silver compact from her clu

cream leather and dark wood. On the sofa, a man impa

her shoulders slump. She mussed her own hair and wiped all the

door open and s

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The Runaway Bride And The Disabled Billionaire
The Runaway Bride And The Disabled Billionaire
“I was the illegitimate daughter of the Kirk family, treated like a disposable pawn and forced into an engagement with the abusive Cory Travis. At a high-society gala, my half-sister orchestrated a trap, hiring a man to drug my champagne and drag me to Cory's suite, where a hidden camera waited to record my total ruin. I managed to switch the glasses and fight my way out, but the retaliation from my family was brutal. When my father found out I humiliated the Travis heir, he slapped me across the face and locked me in my bedroom. "Then I will break your legs, and I will have you carried to the altar." He froze all my bank accounts, leaving me with absolutely nothing. I tied my bedsheets together and escaped into the night, only to be hunted down by Cory's men and cornered in a pitch-black garage. I pressed my back against the cold brick wall, suffocating under the injustice of it all. Why did my own blood want to destroy me so badly? How could I possibly survive against two powerful dynasties? Just as Cory lunged to tear off my clothes, a sleek black Bentley pulled up, and a man in an impeccably tailored suit stepped out to retrieve me. The man waiting inside the car was Grant Carlisle, a ruthless, legendary billionaire confined to a wheelchair. He didn't save me out of pity; he knew I was a neurosurgery prodigy, and he needed me to fix his crushed legs. Realizing this was my only chance at survival, I looked at the devil in the wheelchair and proposed a deal that would make my family regret the day I was born.”