A sleek Mercedes-Benz pulled into the Florence household's parking lot. Watching the car through the window, Clarissa couldn't help but sneer in jealousy. She was a slender beauty with smooth skin and long, flowing hair, appearing to be in her early twenties.
"Mom, that crippled man is here to pick Dorothy up, but he's driving an expensive car. Dorothy doesn't deserve to ride in something like that," Clarissa scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Don't worry, baby. It's just a car. Once she marries that crippled man, you'll have anything you want," her mother, Agnes, reassured her.
"I’d better," Clarissa pouted, her juicy pink lips curling as she flipped a lock of her hair behind her ear. Men lined up for a chance to date her as her beauty was enchanting. But her personality was a stark contrast to her looks, nothing good to write about.
A knock sounded at the door.
"It's them," Clarissa muttered, waving at one of the housemaids to open it. A sharply dressed man in a well-ironed suit stood at the entrance.
"Good morning, ma'am. We're here for Mr. Everest's fiancée," the man said politely.
Clarissa ignored him, peering behind him as if searching for someone.
"And where is her useless soon-to-be husband? Is he in the car? Oh, wait—I forgot he can't walk. How would he ever come here?" Clarissa mocked, laughing along with Agnes.
The man frowned but remained composed. "I’ll ask again: where is his fiancée?"
"We’ll send her out—but first, go back and switch that car for something cheaper. Something more suited to her," Agnes replied, her tone curt.
Clarissa nodded in agreement.
Sighing, the man pulled out his phone, clearly done with their antics. "Please bring the Toyota Yaris," he instructed. Clarissa smirked triumphantly.
A few minutes later, the Toyota Yaris arrived, and the Mercedes-Benz was driven away.
"Can we have her now?" the man asked calmly.
Agnes rolled her eyes and left the room. She returned moments later with a young woman who appeared to be Clarissa's age. Dorothy was simply dressed in a plain gown, her hair tied back, her skin pale with no makeup.
The man’s face lit up as he addressed her. "You must be Miss Dorothy. I’m Kai, sent by Mr. Stefan to pick you up."
"Good morning, Kai," Dorothy responded softly, her voice calm and gentle. Clarissa and Agnes exchanged scoffs.
"Since there’s nothing else, let’s go," Kai said, nodding politely at Clarissa and Agnes before escorting Dorothy out.
"She's so pathetic," Clarissa muttered. "Imagine marrying at twenty-two—to a crippled, mute loser!"
"She deserves nothing better," Agnes replied dismissively.
Despite the fact they believed Dorothy life would be miserable after getting married to Stefan, Clarissa can't help but get a little worried. He sent his assistant to pick her up in a Mercedes Benz, what if she starts living a good life? She bit her lips with this thought.
"Stop worrying too much, his family won't like her, she's ugly" Agnes reassured Clarissa once more.
"You're right, no one can love an ugly girl like her! What was I even thinking" Clarissa nodded, convincing herself as they watched Dorothy leave.
OUTSIDE
Kai opened the car door for Dorothy. "Your mother and sister are quite something. They wouldn’t let me bring the better car."
Dorothy offered a polite smile. "Thank you," she murmured before stepping into the car and settling in the back seat as Kai drove.
He glanced at her through the rearview mirror as he started the engine. "Don’t believe everything you hear about Stefan. He may be crippled, but he’s a calm, collected man, and minds his business. You’re in safe hands even though he's a little grumpy."
Dorothy stared out the window, feeling indifferent. Safe hands or not, she had nothing left to lose. Her family had forced her to turn down a medical school admission to marry Stefan. Dorothy knew Agnes wouldn’t allow her to marry a rich man unless there was something to gain.
Stefan Everest was wealthy—the CEO of Everest Stock Exchange and the son Arthur Everest, a powerful business magnate. Stefan was also a crippled mute man rendered so by an accident and this made him a laughing stock amongst others.
The car stopped moving as Kai had just arrived at the county clerk office. He got down and offered to help Dorothy get the car door but she already exited herself.
He cleared his throat and led the way "Mr. Stefan is waiting inside,"
Dorothy followed him, ignoring the judgmental stares from people they passed. Everyone else was elegantly dressed, their faces polished with makeup, while she looked plain in comparison.
At the registration office, Kai opened the door for her.
He was present, Stefan was there. He sat in his wheelchair, a commanding presence despite his disability. His physique was surprisingly toned for someone who had spend years in a wheelchair, his broad shoulders complementing his chiseled face and piercing blue eyes.
Dorothy’s heart skipped a beat when their eyes met, but Stefan looked away, focusing instead on a sharply dressed young man in a white suit standing behind him.
The man spoke. "Mr. Stefan has instructed us to proceed with the marriage registration," he said to the deputy county clerk, a stern-looking woman with a stocky build.
"Miss Dorothy, please take a seat," the clerk instructed, motioning to the chair beside Stefan.
Dorothy hesitated but obeyed, keeping her distance. Even though the man was mute and on a wheelchair, Dorothy was still weary of him. Stefan’s rugged appearance made her uneasy, despite his striking looks.
"Please provide the necessary documents," the clerk requested. Kai handed them over.
The clerk began asking questions. Dorothy answered softly, while the man in the white suit responded on Stefan’s behalf.
"Move closer for the photograph, please," the photographer instructed.
Dorothy swallowed nervously and shifted closer, careful not to touch Stefan. The photo was taken quickly, and she immediately moved back, releasing a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
"Sign here for the final step," the clerk said.
Both signed the documents.
"Congratulations, Mr. Stefan Everest and Mrs. Dorothy Everest. You are now husband and wife."
Husband and wife. The words echoed in Dorothy’s mind. She was married. Her life, as she knew it, was over.
Griffin, the man in the white suit, pushed Stefan’s wheelchair out of the county clerk’s office, with Kai and Dorothy walking alongside them. People passing by shot them disapproving glances, especially at Stefan, who ignored their stares.“Kai, Mr. Stefan wants you to take his wife home,” Griffin announced, halting the wheelchair abruptly.Dorothy blinked, confused. “What about him, isn't he coming with me?” she asked before she could stop herself.“Mr. Stefan still has unfinished business,” Kai replied warmly. “Don’t worry, young mistress. If you need anything, the maids will assist you.”Dorothy had no choice but to comply. She watched as Griffin carefully lifted Stefan into the car, supporting him with an arm around his chest. A wave of pity washed over her. He was a successful businessman but trapped in a body without legs or a voice. His life must feel like a living hell, she thought.“Young mistress, let’s go,” Kai’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She realized she had b
Dorothy gasped as she stared at herself. These were Stefan's clothes? That meant the second wardrobe in the room belonged to Stefan, and by extension, she shared a room with him. Her palm flew to her mouth at the realization."I thought the room was mine," she mumbled. But as she spoke, Stefan's gaze grew even darker.Dorothy sighed, feeling sad at the thought of giving up the comfortable clothes while silently cursing herself for messing up again. She had just married a grumpy, disabled man, accidentally wore his clothes, and now he looked even more displeased with her."I'm really sorry. I'll take it off, dry clean it, and put it back," Dorothy said, turning to leave. But Griffin stepped forward, stopping her."Mr. Stefan wants you to burn the clothes as well," Griffin said flatly."Huh?"Dorothy turned back, shocked. She met Stefan's blank stare before looking at Griffin, who wore an equally lifeless expression. What was wrong with these people?"He... wants me to burn it?" she sta
It was Stefan, struggling to stand from his wheelchair and walk. Griffin stood off to the side, carefully watching so he would know when it was his cue to step in and assist him. Dorothy stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on him. She could see how his closed eyes trembled with effort, sweat dripping down his face, veins bulging in his neck as he fought to stand but failed, collapsing back into his chair.Griffin instinctively moved to help him, but Stefan stopped him with a raised hand, silently commanding him to stay back. He tried again, his legs trembling violently under his weight. The pain was evident, but he remained silent. Just as he nearly managed to stand upright without support, he fell once more.Griffin tensed, his legs twitching to move, but again, Stefan stopped him. Griffin gulped, his lifeless eyes misting, though his face remained stoic.Dorothy watched, her heart heavy. She felt a wetness on her cheeks—it was tears. Why was she crying? Stefan suddenly turned towar
"Mr. Stefan, good morning," Kai greeted as he entered Stefan's office. Dorothy's face lit up with a warm smile, pleased to see him again.Kai returned her smile warmly. "Young Mistress, I hope you ate well and had a good night's rest."Dorothy nodded happily."I'm glad to hear that. I'll arrange for someone to give you a tour and explain everything you need to know about this place. I’d love to do it myself, but it's always busy around here," Kai explained. Dorothy nodded in understanding.Kai turned to Stefan, his demeanor turning serious. "The meeting is set to start in a few minutes. I'll get everything prepared. We’ll be expecting you," he said sharply, nodding firmly at Griffin before leaving.Dorothy watched as Griffin and Stefan busied themselves organizing files. She wanted to offer her help but hesitated, unsure of how it would be received. So, she kept to herself and waited. Once they were finished, Griffin wheeled Stefan out of the office, but before leaving, he turned to a
Unknown to Dorothy, Griffin had just wheeled Stefan out of the boardroom, with Kai walking alongside them. They caught sight of the scene. Kai was about to intervene, but Stefan gestured for him to stop.Dorothy and Stefan locked eyes, the silence stretching between them. Dorothy wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say. Why was she suddenly so nervous? Had she crossed a line?Stefan was the first to look away. Griffin then wheeled him out of sight. Kai's gaze shifted to the employees behind Dorothy.“What are you all waiting for? Mr. Stefan must not beat you to his office. And before you get there, prepare your resignation letters,” he ordered coldly.The employees scattered, running to comply. Dorothy bit her lip as Kai approached her, a faint smile playing on his lips.“Wow,” he muttered, clearly impressed. “I didn’t know you had that kind of fire in you.”Dorothy gave him an uncertain look. “Do you think Stefan is mad? I didn’t mean to scold his employees, and I didn’t even kno
Dorothy had been feeling guilty ever since Kai told her that Stefan had thrown her food away because he was allergic to sesame."Young mistress, you don’t need to feel bad about it. He’s going to be fine," Kai reassured her for the umpteenth time."Are you sure?" Dorothy asked, still unable to shake her worry. "I’m so stupid. I should’ve noticed how uncomfortable he looked.""I don’t think he’s going to blame you," Kai mumbled. Dorothy sighed and pouted, deciding to let go of her anxiety. Moments later, the car stopped as they arrived at the mansion."Mr. Kai, you’re back," Emily said, surprised, as she passed by with a basket of laundry. She looked disheveled, as though she hadn’t had the chance to tidy herself up. Her cheeks burned a light shade of pink—she didn’t want Kai to see her like this.Kai didn’t seem to notice her state, his attention fixed on Dorothy with his usual gentle demeanor."I’ll be heading off now, but please take care of yourself. Remember, you can call me if yo
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It felt as though the whole room had turned silent. Time froze, and people stopped blinking. Someone had spoken, and it wasn’t Griffin. Dorothy’s body finally found motion, and she turned her head to stare at Stefan.He had a different expression on his face—different from the usual depressed look. He seemed taken aback.“What… what did you just say?” Dorothy asked. Stefan didn’t answer. Instead, he shook his head.“Stefan, you just spoke! You just spoke! Say something again! Stefan, say something!” Dorothy held his shoulders, shaking him. She was filled with shock, excitement, and other emotions she couldn’t quite name.The door burst open, and Griffin rushed in.“Hey!” he called out, pushing Dorothy away from Stefan. “Mr. Stefan, are you alright?” Griffin stared at Stefan with concern, then turned angrily to Dorothy. “What is the matter with you?”“Griffin! Stefan just talked!” Dorothy pointed at Stefan.Griffin looked surprised and annoyed at the same time. He stared at Stefan, the
The next morning, in Stefan's mansion, he watched as Dorothy packed everything she would need. Today was the day she was leaving for school."Alright, I'm set," Dorothy informed him once she was done."I didn’t see you take any of my clothes. You should take them, love, because what if you get cold and need someone to hold? I’m sure my shirt would fit into that space," Stefan said.Dorothy smiled and walked closer to him, standing between his legs and resting her arms on his shoulders."I already took plenty of your clothes, love," she said."Oh? Then did you take—""Everything, love. I took everything," Dorothy cut him off, giving him a knowing smile. She knew Stefan wished she didn’t have to leave—she wished the same—but there wasn’t much choice. She had to go."Seems like you're fully prepared. I wish I could go with you, but I can't leave the company," Stefan sighed. "Your ride will be here in the next five minutes. I wish I could take you one more time.""Stefan, five minutes? An
Police Station.Clarissa looked like she hadn't slept all night. The room was dark, the ground dirty and cold. She squeezed herself against the bars, crying loudly—simply because a cockroach was crawling toward her."Someone get me out of here!" she cried, banging on the cell door in sheer panic. The cockroach kept moving forward."Ahhhhhhh... Mummyyyyy!!!" Clarissa screamed even louder."Can you keep it down? You're not the only one sleeping here tonight," a chunky woman with a groggy voice grumbled angrily.She had been in the cell when they brought Clarissa in. Judging by the way Clarissa was dressed, she knew this was her first time here."Who are you to tell me to be quiet when that disgusting animal is coming toward me?" Clarissa retorted rudely.The woman smirked and stood up. "Woman, it's just a cockroach. Haven't you seen one before?" she asked with a curious look."Take a good look at me. Do I look like someone who should be anywhere near this filthy creature? Look at you—it
Two days laterSomeone knocked on the door repeatedly, the sound growing louder every second. Clarissa was getting sick of it. She slipped on her expensive dress and sunglasses before going to open the door. Standing at the doorstep were two unfamiliar men accompanied by the family butler."Miss Clarissa, I'm surprised you and your mother are still here. I expected you both to have packed up by now," the butler said.Clarissa burst out laughing. "You were serious about giving this house to charity?" Her expression made it clear she didn’t believe him."Miss, these are the founders of the Mary Jane Orphanage Organization" He introduced her to the men. "We've already finalized everything, and they are taking possession of the house," the butler replied.Clarissa looked at him like he was joking. "This is my family's house. It has existed for decades, and you think I'd give it up for charity?""Baby, let's just go," Agnes said tiredly from behind. She had already packed everything they n
Agnes could swear that she almost fainted, but Clarissa caught her immediately."Charity? Are you out of your mind!?" Clarissa screamed, and Dorothy responded with a nonchalant shrug."I don't want anything from that man, and both of you already got fifteen percent. Why don’t we just give the orphanage the house, money, and car? They’ll really need it," Dorothy said dryly."I agree," Stefan nodded.Clarissa gritted her teeth, flying toward Dorothy and attempting to slap her, but Dorothy was quick enough to throw her own slap first. Clarissa, who hadn’t been slapped by anyone in a long time, couldn’t believe how much it hurt."You and Agnes should be ashamed! You know what your father did to me, right? I'm not related to you, not even by blood. For years, you made me believe you were doing me a favor, but your father killed my family just to take me. Now, what have I done to deserve any of that?" Dorothy screamed with teary eyes.Stefan, who was standing beside her, moved forward and g
The next morning, Mason stood by his car with Griffin, his hands in his pants pockets, watching as the guards searched for the basement key."So incompetent. Mr. Stefan just left you people with one job!" Kai said, shaking his head in disappointment.The guards had no idea how to explain what had happened. They had all strangely fallen asleep and could only hope that the lady was still in the basement, or else Stefan would not take kindly to them.One of the guards spotted the key on the floor, his face lighting up with happiness. "I found it!" he exclaimed, picking it up and rushing to open the door. As the door swung open, the guards began coughing.They pushed through the dust, their smiles fading when they found Emily lying lifeless on the ground. Her body looked shriveled and dried up.The guards murmured in confusion. None of them had received an order from Stefan to kill anyone, so they wondered who had done it. Meanwhile, Stefan looked up, troubled, watching from where he stoo
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Dorothy squinted her eyes open, where Stefan sat in front of her with an offended look playing on his face."Is everything alright?" Dorothy asked, noticing Stefan’s long face."It’s just your family keeps coming, trying to convince you to go home so they can read the family will," Stefan replied.Dorothy sighed, wondering why they hadn’t given up yet. If they wanted to read the family will, then she would be fine if they read it without her. Even if she inherited anything, she wouldn’t accept it.She suddenly thought of something. "I’ll go home," she told Stefan out of the blue."Why?" Stefan asked, his face a picture of confusion."Since they won’t leave me alone, I’ll go," she replied."Love, if you’re going there, then you must let me come with you. I can’t let you go to that family alone," Stefan said. He didn’t agree with her plan of going, but he knew she had something in mind, so he wouldn’t stop her."Sure, Stefan, you can come with me," Dorothy replied softly.Stefan removed
In a dark, cold, dusty basement, a woman sat with her hands tied behind her back. She looked tired and weak, having not eaten for days. The long door slowly creaked open, and light filled the room—it was the first light she had seen in days, almost blinding her.Footsteps approached her. A tall, familiar figure stood before her. He was not happy."What is your offense?" he asked with a dry expression.Shalom's heart pounded with fear. "Please... I didn't mean to do it. I was just angry and wanted my revenge," she cried."Revenge for what exactly? What did my wife ever do to you to make you want to kill her?" Stefan asked, and Shalom cried even harder.Stefan smirked and crouched beside her. "Your real name is not Shalom," he said. She gave him a surprised look, wanting to shake her head and deny it, but the fear gripping her body betrayed her.All this while, she had worked with Stefan, always overlooking him because of his disabilities. She had thought he was useless, incapable of do
The phone kept ringing, but Dorothy wouldn't pick up after seeing the caller's name. Ever since Finn's incident, she had decided to cut herself off from the Florence family. They were the reason of the major loss of her life and they made her believe she owed them a favor.A knock sounded at the door, and Chole stepped in. Dorothy's face brightened slightly."Chole, how are you?" Dorothy greeted cheerfully."I'm good, ma'am. I just came to say goodbye and drop off a little present for you," Chole said, taking out a small box."It's not much because I'm still trying to save money, but I hope you'll accept it," she added, handing the box to Dorothy."Thank you," Dorothy smiled. Barely a second later, Shalom stepped in with a wrapped box. Chole couldn't help but roll her eyes—something about her felt off."Miss, I'd love to say you're the best person I've ever worked with, even in such a short time. I hope you'll accept my goodbye gift," Shalom said with a smile, handing over the box."T