Substitute Bride: Curing The Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 2

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entley purred at the curb i

ngle, worn canvas duffel bag.

an and Chloe watching her, their contemp

, stepped out of the car and opened the rear door. "Miss

s and the shabby bag-a fraction of a se

h leather seat. The car smelled of wealth an

laude said nothing, an

s. A car accident three years ago left him paralyzed from the waist d

te unfolded. The main house was a Victorian Gothic mansion, a sprawl

s vast and cold, dominated by a gra

He led her straight up the stairs. "

llowing with open curiosity. Their whispers

, dark wood doors and knocked onc

avy velvet curtains drawn tight. The air w

ack to them. Even seated, his frame was imposi

ulian said. His voice

retreated, closi

a pressure mattress. To the side table, where pill bottles stood in neat rows. To the far

Julian asked, turning to face

s, but it was pale, and his gray eyes held a flat, di

t his legs lay too still, their position too perfect. A man who couldn't move them wouldn't keep them arran

ld. And this man, trapped in his own body, surrounded by enemies he couldn't see, was the one person in this family who might need her more than she nee

r away, but her movements were quicker, more precise. Her fingers pressed firmly

snarled, a low growl

e clusters, watching his face

than thirty seconds. She stood

rring with rage. She had compl

calmly. "The damage was

l. The air between th

sh was a cover. What's keeping you i

rious gaze wit

each word placed with

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Substitute Bride: Curing The Disabled Billionaire

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“Faye was brought back from the countryside by her father, not out of love, but to be a sacrificial lamb. Her stepmother demanded she take her younger sister's place to marry Julian Sinclair, a billionaire heir paralyzed in a crash and notorious for his cruel temper. When Faye refused, her stepmother threatened to fabricate scandalous evidence about Faye's late grandmother-the only person who had ever loved her. Forced into the marriage, Faye was sent to the oppressive Sinclair estate with nothing but a shabby duffel bag. She immediately faced blatant hostility from Julian's arrogant sister and scheming cousins, who mocked her origins and treated her like dirt. When Faye prepared a traditional herbal paste to treat Julian, the entire family ambushed her, surrounding her to accuse her of being a backwoods fraud trying to poison the crippled heir. They all thought she was just a meek, helpless pawn meant to suffer in a gilded cage. They didn't realize she had already deduced Julian was actually paralyzed by a rare neurotoxin, nor did they know she was secretly a master healer searching for the truth behind her grandmother's murder. "I trust her." Julian shocked his family by tasting the vile paste himself, suddenly gasping as a burning sensation flared in his dead legs for the first time in three years. Faye adjusted her black-framed glasses, hiding a chilling smile. It was time to use the Sinclair empire to hunt down her enemies.”