CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH MR. CRIPPLED (His Jewel, Her Diamond) BLURB Reena Christian is a young girl born into a wealthy family that treats her like a slave. Bullied by her younger sister, abused by her mother, and neglected by her brothers and father, her life takes a whole new turn for the worse when her family sells her off in a contract marriage to a crippled man. A man who she saved in an accident, the same man who is cold, heartless, and ruthless, and is hell-bent on ruining her life. Betrayed by not only her family but also everyone in her life. Reena is forced to become a whole new person. When a huge secret finally comes out. Betrayal, love, pain, hatred, power, backstabbing, and a whole lot more find their way into her life. Will her crippled husband find a place for her in his heart, or is their love damned? Will their love be able to bloom in spite of all the curveballs that are thrown at them, or will they drown in the hate surrounding them? Reena Christian is one hell of a tough girl, and so is Roman, her husband. But they would need more than that to survive. Especially when hell’s fury is unleashed on them.
View MoreCold chills run through my bones as I force my eyelids open. My body shudders as cold air ripples through my system, filtering into my skin. My teeth clatter without thinking. I fold up my knees to protect myself from the unending cold. But, nothing seems to stop it. My eyes wander about, trying to find out where I am. The familiar black couch fills my vision alongside black headboard. The cold sipping into my bones feels hard so I jab my elbow at it. Wrong move. Pain sits through my elbow down my spine as my flesh makes contact with the hard tiles. Slowly I push myself up into a sitting position. I am dressed in a shirt that barely covers my thighs, the material is too thin to protect me from the cold as theAC is blasting at a full eighteen. What the hell happened? My head is pounding, the headache splitting through my skull. Vague memories flashed through my head. The argument, his nice brother, and me tumbling down the stairs. I fell down the stairs yet he kept
“What!!” I gasps, tears flodding my cheeks. “Please, take everything away not school please.” I plead, clasping my palms together as tears rolls down my cheeks. If he takes that from me I can't graduate, and that means I would forever be useless, and worthless. He leaps over sinking his fingers into my hair, and tugs hard, “Shut your trap or you won't like what follows.” he barks, eyes burning as he glares at me. I yelp the tears refusing to stop as I nod my repeatedly, “Yes Rom–” the words barely left my before he pushes my head, causing me to bang my head on the glass mirror. “Ahhh!!” I cry out, my hand flies up to touch the wounded skin. Thick liquid trickles down my forehead, running down as it mixes with my tears. “Don't you ever use that disgusting lips of yours to call my name. I am master to you, nothing else, understand?” he growls, his chest heaving. “Yes master.” I whimper, pressing myself closer to the door in an attempt to stay far away from him.
I can't bring myself to believe what Mum just said. My what!!!! “Mum, is he really here?” I ask, my lips wobbling as I stare, my eyes almost dropping tears. “What do you mean? Are you that excited to be in my son's life? So desperate that you are shedding tears of joy at the fact that he is here, huh?” A sharp voice pierces the ear. Her voice is so disgusting and cold. It sends chills down not only my spine, but my mother's too. That's a first. “Um... it's rather the opposite.” I grunt, my face scrunching up in sheer disgust. My face whips to the other side as the sound of a snack echoes through the air. She smacked me. Mrs. Stone actually smacked me on our first meeting. My palm flies to my cheeks as I rub it repeatedly because it actually hurt, but I was confused she did it in the first place. If I could get hit on the first day, then I would have signed with the devil's associate. “Such an insolent brat. Is this what you want to give to my child, huh?” She
What!!! What the heck are they talking about? Getting married? To whom? Why? When? “How can I get married when I haven't brought anyone to you guys yet?” I play pretend, refusing to believe any word they say. I know they hate me, but this is just so much. I mean, what did I ever do to deserve this? “Do you need to bring someone to us, huh?” Mum sneers, raking her eyes over my body like I am the dirt beneath her feet. “Like someone will ever willingly want anything to do with you.” Annie chips in, using her palms to cover her nose. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, wanting nothing more than the group to open up and swallow me. I don't smell; they are just trying to hurt me. I know this, yet my eyes still burn with tears. “I don't smell.” My voice makes everything worse as I sound so unsure of my words. “Yeah, right!” Shane snorts, rolling his lips between his fingers. Shane is the oldest and only chimes in when I am being mocked or abused, while Dwayne also stays
A hard smack lands on my back, dragging my attention back to my friends. “Ow, what the heck is wrong with you?” I exclaim, glaring hard at Rose for such a prosperous act. “You are zoning out like a zombie; bring your mind back to the present.” She snaps, eyeing me before hissing loudly. Oh, the guts of this girl. “I am not zoning out; I just decided not to participate in the conversation. Can't I be quiet in peace?” I lie through my teeth. I wasn't going to listen to any words that came out of either hers or Rafael’s mouth. I was thinking about a certain man. One who I don't even know his name. “Huh, if you were listening so keenly, tell us what we were talking about.” Rafael had to be the spawn of the devil sent to me this sunny day. I open my mouth to speak, then slam it shut back, knowing fully well that I wasn't paying attention. “Yeah right, close that trash you call a mouth.” Rose sneers, rolling her eyes at me as if I am impossible to deal with. Rafael simpl
My eyes water as the fire spreads; I gasp and puff, trying to focus my eyes on the chaos in front of me. The road is not so full of people, so there is no one really here to help, and the passerby just takes out their phone to video. A groan leaves my throat as I push my body up into a sitting position and then drag myself fully up. I stagger to the burning car; smoke emits, wafting through my nose down my throat. I crackle through a cough, my breath hangs as I palm my nose in an attempt to stop the smoke from going deeper into my lungs. The car is shut; the airbag bursted as the man behind the wheel slumps over it, hot crimson liquid dropping over his forehead. “Sir, sir, are you okay?” I cough out, banging the door. He raises his head slightly, turning around to face me before groaning. “I can’t feel my legs,” he croaks out before slumping back, losing consciousness again. I wiggle the handle, but it’s locked. The smoke coming from the front of the car increases, a
Thick red liquid trickles down my forehead as a groan of pain leaves my lips. “Ahh, doesn't she look so beautiful?” Annie, my sister, sings out. Her voice filled with clear mockery. I squeeze my eyes tight shut, expecting the next hit. “Aw, does she want her mommy?” She taunts, causing her two minions to laugh. “Please, Annie, just stop.” I pleaded, my voice weak as I tried to gain some strength. My back feels heavy against the cold tiles of the restroom floors. My eyes fall droopily against my top cheek as my body aches in different places. “Why are you doing this?” I wheeze out, tears stinging my eyes, but I refuse to let them drop. Letting her see me cry only adds to her joy. She slowly goes down, reaching my level before wrapping her dainty fingers around my hair in a tight hold. My vision blurs, but I can still make out her honey-coloured hair paired with those lifeless dark black orbs. Annie Christian has the body of a goddess, slender, curved hips, average h
Thick red liquid trickles down my forehead as a groan of pain leaves my lips. “Ahh, doesn't she look so beautiful?” Annie, my sister, sings out. Her voice filled with clear mockery. I squeeze my eyes tight shut, expecting the next hit. “Aw, does she want her mommy?” She taunts, causing her two minions to laugh. “Please, Annie, just stop.” I pleaded, my voice weak as I tried to gain some strength. My back feels heavy against the cold tiles of the restroom floors. My eyes fall droopily against my top cheek as my body aches in different places. “Why are you doing this?” I wheeze out, tears stinging my eyes, but I refuse to let them drop. Letting her see me cry only adds to her joy. She slowly goes down, reaching my level before wrapping her dainty fingers around my hair in a tight hold. My vision blurs, but I can still make out her honey-coloured hair paired with those lifeless dark black orbs. Annie Christian has the body of a goddess, slender, curved hips, average h...
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