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The Runaway Bride And The Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 623    |    Released on: Today at 14:37

iumphant smile spread across his fac

oward her,

ith a manufactured tremor. "I... I fee

r, she sidestepped, letting herself fall away from his grasp and

lasses. Dimmed lights. And on a bookshelf, a decor

dn't just want her rui

r her, his hands on her shoulders, his breath smellin

s starte

vulnerable girl vanished. Ana's eyes snapped open, clear

n. A long, slender stil

the tip of that steel pin was pressed against the soft skin of his th

solved into shock, then f

a low, lethal whisper, "and I'll mak

"Do you have any

e pressure. He flinched. She forced him backward, step by step, until

in never wavering. Her gaze fl

dripping with contempt, "that she picked a decent

lor drained from C

e is not a game. This is your only warning. Try this again, and

sliding the hairpin

to the vase, directly into the camera's line of sigh

ed a single,

ch

the sofa, she turned and walked out

as he brought it to his neck. His fin

she raised a glass of champagne. Her

y into the Travis family," Constance sai

ectionately. "If the company weren't in

amily. Marrying that bastard Ana off to

obody-deserved a life of squalor,

playboy with no ambition. Even if Ana m

open. Preston Kirk stormed

re's

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“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.”