A Bride For The Disabled CEO

A Bride For The Disabled CEO

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“Please stop, you're drunk,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to push him off. His body was heavy against mine, his movements sluggish but persistent. He barely heard me. “How old are you?” he murmured, his voice thick with alcohol. “18,” I gasped, heart racing in a mix of fear and confusion. “Then you're already an adult” he said with a low chuckle, as though that settled everything. I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve left. But I didn't have the strength to argue, didn't have the will to stop him. He moved against me again, and that's when I felt something cold touch the most intimate part of me…. I woke up alone in a dimly lit room. He was still there, his back turned to me, but his face-his identity-was still hidden behind the mask. I glanced down at his left shoulder. A Phoenix tattoo. Bold. Intriguing. But then, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my things and ran, my heart racing as I left the room without another word. It was supposed to be just a night. One meant to be forgotten. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I didn't know his name. I didn't even know his face. It was a night meant to stay buried in the past. It was a night I promised myself I’d forget. But that promise broke when pregnancy came knocking.

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Chapter One: A Night to Forget

CALISTA “Stop... please, stop,” I said, my voice shaky, barely above a whisper. He didn’t stop. Instead his hand drew circle underneath my gown. “Your age,” he rasped, his deep voice rough with need. His breath fanned over my neck, making me shiver. I hesitated, my body trembling beneath his. “Eighteen,” I finally said, my words hitching. “Good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the edge of my jaw. “You’re already an adult. That means I don't have to hold back." My mind screamed at me to run, but my body wouldn't move. There was something about him, something magnetic and dangerous, that kept me rooted to the spot. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his fingers brushing against my cheek.I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. His words sent a jolt of something I didn’t recognize through me. My mind screamed for me to push him away, to run, but my body wouldn’t listen. The weight of him pinned me to the soft bed, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. How did I get here?...

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8 Chapters
Chapter One: A Night to Forget
CALISTA “Stop... please, stop,” I said, my voice shaky, barely above a whisper. He didn’t stop. Instead his hand drew circle underneath my gown. “Your age,” he rasped, his deep voice rough with need. His breath fanned over my neck, making me shiver. I hesitated, my body trembling beneath his. “Eighteen,” I finally said, my words hitching. “Good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the edge of my jaw. “You’re already an adult. That means I don't have to hold back." My mind screamed at me to run, but my body wouldn't move. There was something about him, something magnetic and dangerous, that kept me rooted to the spot. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his fingers brushing against my cheek.I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. His words sent a jolt of something I didn’t recognize through me. My mind screamed for me to push him away, to run, but my body wouldn’t listen. The weight of him pinned me to the soft bed, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. How did I get here?
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Chapter Two: Six Years Later
CALISTA—SIX YEARS LATERThe plane landed with a soft thud, jolting me out of my thoughts. I looked out the window, watching as New York’s skyline came into view. Six years. It had been six long years since I left.Beside me, my son, stirred, rubbing his sleepy eyes. I reached over, brushing back his dark, tousled hair. “We’re here, sweetheart,” I whispered, smiling softly.He blinked up at me, his hazel eyes, totally not mine, probably his father, that it made my chest ache.“Mommy, are we going to see Aunt Lila now?” he asked, his small voice full of excitement.“Yes, baby. She’s waiting for us at the airport,” I replied, unbuckling his seatbelt.I hadn’t told anyone about him—not my family, not anyone except Lila. My best friend had been my rock through everything, and now, she was the only one I trusted enough to help me start this new chapter.The moment we stepped into the arrivals area, I spotted Lila waving frantically, her face breaking into a wide grin.“Calista!” she called,
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Chapter Three: The Ultimatum
CALISTAI stepped into the grand living room of the Adams mansion, the one place that had never felt like home. My adoptive parents sat side by side on the plush beige couch, their postures rigid, as though this moment required all their strength. Vanessa, my perfect adoptive sister, lounged on the armrest, smirking as if she already knew how this conversation would unfold.The air was thick with unspoken tension, and my stomach churned with unease.“Sit down,” my father commanded, his deep voice slicing through the silence.Reluctantly, I perched on the edge of a chair, my back straight, bracing myself for whatever was coming.“What’s this about?” I asked cautiously, though a part of me already suspected the answer. Discussions like these never ended well for me.My father leaned forward, clasping his hands together. “We’ve made arrangements for your future, Calista.”I blinked. “Arrangements?”“You’re getting married,” he said bluntly.The words echoed in my head, disorienting me. I
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Chapter Four: The Contracted Union
CALISTAThe courthouse was stark and cold, the fluorescent lights casting an unforgiving glow over the sterile surroundings. I sat on a bench outside the courtroom, my hands clenched in my lap. Beside me, Howard Adams, my adoptive father, stood rigidly, his arms crossed over his chest.“You better not embarrass the family, Calista,” he said, his tone sharp enough to slice through steel.I didn’t respond. What could I say? I had already been forced into this sham of a marriage, cornered into salvaging a situation I hadn’t created. My stomach churned, anxiety threatening to unravel me as the reality of what lay ahead pressed down on my chest.“Miss Adams?”A man in a sleek suit stepped out of the courtroom, adjusting his glasses. His tone was clipped, professional. “Mr. Dario is ready for you. Please follow me.”I stood, my legs shaky but determined. Howard trailed behind, his footsteps heavy with judgment.The assistant led us into the courtroom, and my eyes were immediately drawn to t
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Chapter Five: Where We Stand
CALISTA The drive to the Dario mansion was suffocating, not because of Martin’s silent company, but because of the weight of the choice I had made. My palms rested on my lap, trembling slightly. In my mind, Aaron’s bright smile and cheerful voice reminded me why I was doing this. The car pulled through towering iron gates and up a winding driveway. When the mansion came into view, my breath caught. It wasn’t just large—it was a palace. The sprawling estate boasted manicured gardens, a fountain large enough to rival a city park, and stone architecture straight out of a fairy tale. "Imposing, isn’t it?" Martin glanced at me briefly through the rearview mirror. "That’s one way to put it," I murmured, trying to keep the awe from my voice. Martin stopped the car at the entrance, where a butler opened the door before I could unbuckle my seatbelt. I stepped out and smoothed my dress, trying to appear composed. "Mrs. Dario, welcome," the butler greeted me with a polite nod, and the titl
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Chapter Six: Are You My Daddy?
CALISTAThe soft hues of dawn filtered into the room, but the beauty of the morning did nothing to soothe my restless heart. Sleep had eluded me all night. My mind replayed the events of the past few days like a broken record—Cassius’s cold demeanor, the mansion’s suffocating luxury, and, most of all, the aching void left by my son’s absence.Aaron’s face haunted my thoughts. His cheeky grin, the sparkle in his eyes, the way his little arms wrapped around my neck—it was unbearable to be away from him.By morning, I made my decision. I needed to see him.Hours later, I stood at Lila’s front door, my palms damp with nerves. Before I could knock, the door swung open, and there he was—my little ball of energy, sprinting toward me with a wide grin.“Mummy!” Aaron’s voice rang with pure joy as he flung his arms around my legs.“Aaron!” I bent down, scooping him into my arms and holding him close. Tears stung my eyes as I kissed his forehead. “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”“I missed you
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Chapter Seven: Just Like She did Six years ago
CASSIUS Aaron’s question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. “Are you my daddy?” I stared at him for a long moment, the resemblance hitting me harder than I cared to admit. The boy didn’t just look like me—he was a mirror of my childhood self. The same dark hair, sharp features, Hazel eyes and even that slight furrow in his brow when he was curious. “There’s only one way to find out,” I said, my voice calm but firm. Calista bristled immediately, standing protectively between me and the boy. “This is ridiculous. It’s just a coincidence! Lots of kids look like people they’re not related to.” “A coincidence?” I raised an eyebrow, gesturing toward Aaron, who was now findiling with his fingers in the corner. “He doesn’t just look like me. He is me, Mrs. Dario. The resemblance isn’t just uncanny—it’s undeniable.” Her jaw tightened, and she crossed her arms. “So what if he looks like you? That doesn’t mean anything!” I didn’t respond immediately, instead picking up my phone and
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Chapter Eight: Breaking Point
CALISTA The dull ache in my head was the first thing I noticed as I blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains. My eyes burned from crying all night, and my body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and emotional turmoil. I hadn’t slept. How could I, when the past twelve hours had flipped my life upside down? My throat was sore and my heart felt like it had been shredded. But there was one thing that still mattered, one thing that kept me going even when the world around me seemed to crumble—Aaron. Pushing aside the blanket, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, though my knees wobbled beneath me. My reflection in the mirror caught my attention, and I almost didn’t recognize the woman staring back. My hair was a tangled mess, and my face was blotchy and pale. But I didn’t care. Aaron needed me, and I needed him. I hurried out of the room, my bare feet padding against the cold floor. “Aaron?” I called, my voice hoarse and cracking. There w
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