Married To The Cold Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 3

Word Count: 696 | Released on: 18/06/2026

ver. Or rather,

nd a large mahogany desk, his face grim. Eleanor sat in a nearby armchair, dabbing at her e

of Juliet's sobbing could still be hea

His voice was heavy, devoid of

ommand, no

raised by a kind, elderly herbalist named Walter Potts in a small, forgotten town in Pennsylvania. She painte

s welling in her eyes. Guilt

cion a palpable force in the room.

lves of leather-bound medical texts, all of them coated

g, placing it on the polished surf

er of hopeful curiosity in her

brown butcher paper. Inside were what looked like

pointment and contempt washed over his

he study doo

sive dress stained with tears. She saw the pathetic-loo

er voice raw. "Did you dig

threw it back onto the desk. "We don't need your charity, Chloe. The Townsends a

know what the roots were, but J

. "That's Frost-Vein Fern," she said quietly. "And that one is Stone-Heart Lotus. M

onic leg pain from a riding accident and Elean

t shrieked. "Do you think you're in some

thought that counts." She turned to Chloe, her voice soft and placating. "Your birthday is

lit match to Juliet. Flames of je

waiting to see what exorbitant price this long-lost sist

seemed to look past them, through the walls

lifted

lacid, now held a sharp, unwa

er mother, her brother, and the br

was clear and firm, each wo

sh is

to Juliet's pale,

fulfill the Townsend family's marr

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“I finally returned to my biological family, the wealthy Townsends, carrying a DNA report after twenty-four years. But my parents and brother didn't love me; they only fiercely protected the fake daughter, Juliet. At her lavish birthday party, Juliet publicly humiliated me, treating me like a servant. When a scandal broke out and Juliet refused to fulfill the family's multi-billion-dollar marriage contract, my biological parents didn't hesitate. They happily let me take her place to marry Julian Sinclair-a paralyzed, notoriously cold billionaire. They thought they were sacrificing a worthless country girl to save their precious fake daughter. On my wedding night, my new husband looked at me with absolute disgust and told me to stay away. Even worse, his jealous personal therapist deliberately slipped a deadly nerve toxin into my dinner, expecting me to die quietly. Everyone in this world of extreme privilege looked down on me, thinking I was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. But nobody knew that I was actually a master medical expert backed by the world's most powerful underground syndicate. Looking at the poisoned sauce on my plate, I calmly put down my fork and smiled. "It seems I've lost my appetite." It was time to show these vipers who they had actually invited into their home.”