They say marrying a billionaire is easy, until you’re the one standing at the altar. Ethan Steele is everything I swore to avoid: cold, controlling, and emotionally unavailable. But when death came knocking, I had no choice than to accept a deal that would change everything….
View MoreEthanThe boardroom was stifling, and it felt like going to the hangman.I wheeled myself to the head of the table, forcing myself to sit taller, to exude the power that my body no longer carried. The polished mahogany table mirrored the faces on the board members' chair who stared at me and Veronica in the manner of vultures circling a wounded animal.Fuck this. I cursed under my breath. Veronica sat smugly near the other end, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the table. She wore a sharp crimson dress, the kind designed to command attention, and her green eyes gleamed with calculated malice.“Ethan”, she began, her voice syrupy sweet, “We’re all here because we care deeply about the future of Steele Enterprises. But we have to face reality, leadership requires certain... capabilities.”She glanced at my legs and smiled. I held my fists beneath the table, trying, unsuccessfully, to maintain composure. “I can't be doubted, Veronica," I told her, in a deadpan manner. X
Amelia“You’re not even trying,” I complained, folding my arms across my chest as I stood a few feet away from Ethan in his private gym.State-of-the-art equipment remained there, shining in the fluorescent lights, clean and unworn. Ethan sat in his wheelchair, glaring at me like I’d just insulted his very existence. His dark eyes, framed by thick lashes, burned with barely restrained irritation.“Trying won’t change the fact that my legs don’t work, " he bit out, his deep baritone voice laced with anger.His jaw tensed, and the scar on his temple, partially concealed by a neat, jetblack hairline, appeared to be visible as he tensed.I held my breath, not letting my anger and frustration get out. Why was everything hard with this man? We've been at this for an hour now.“This isn’t about whether your legs work right now. It’s about building strength, even if it’s incremental. Progress starts somewhere, Ethan.”He laughed, but it wasn’t the kind of laugh that brought joy. It was bitt
EthanThe morning light filtered through the floor to ceiling windows, casting soft, golden streaks across the walls. My body felt heavier than usual, the familiar ache in my legs, those useless, lifeless limbs was a dull reminder of everything I’d lost.My headache, and for just a second I forgot why. The train wreck of memories from last night came rushing at me and I frowned. The nightmares. The thrashing. The whispered voice.Amelia. She'd been here last night.I swung around and there she was, seated in a chair by the side of my bed. Her legs were crossed, and her arms were flat against her thighs, her fingertips absentmindedly batting against the edge of her blouse.Her hair, the soft chestnut brown with hints of auburn was pulled into a low ponytail, a few loose strands framing her face. She wasn’t wearing makeup, and yet her high cheekbones and wide, almond shaped eyes made her look effortlessly composed. She had that understated look of beauty that stopped ordinary wome
Amelia“It's huge," I mumbled to myself as I got out of the black SUV that had just dropped me off at Ethan Steele's home.But then again, what was I expecting? The man was a billionaire.The driver, a tall, salt and peppered haired guy, had kept himself mostly to himself throughout the trip. Jared had offered to make me, but I had turned the offer down, so Ethan had sent his personal driver.“Yes it is." he kept the door open with a blank expression as I looked at the impressive element standing before me.The mansion was a modern fortress, all sharp lines and dark glass. It exuded wealth and power, much like the man who owned it. But despite its grandeur, it felt... cold. Lifeless.“Welcome to the Steele residence, madam," the driver said, his tone courteous yet impersonal.I swallowed hard, clutching the handle of my suitcase. “Thanks,” I replied, trying to sound confident.When I went through the door, the temperature in the room became even more frigid. The interior was sleek a
Ethan“Are you asking me to thank you for this brilliant suggestion, Jared?” My voice sliced through the quiet of the study like a knife.Jared stood near the window, his hands clasped behind his back, exuding his usual air of calm efficiency. And somehow that irritated me even more. “I expect you to consider it, Ethan. Your employment at Steele Industries is in jeopardy. The easiest way to shut a board shut is to hang a stable, domestic picture over it.”“Those unfaithful bastards. After everything I have done for them. This is how they repay me?”I hit the fingers against the leather side of my wheelchair armrest, eyes fixed on the papers on top of the mahogany desk before me. Marriage. Therapy. An engineered fairytale to placate the mockeries that surrounded my kingdom.“She’s a therapist,” I said more to myself than Jared. Estelle had told me about the freelance therapist that they'd hired on a contract, whom she'd be transferring me to, right after she told me about her resi
Amelia“It’s an opportunity of a lifetime, Amelia. Do you realize how much this could boost your career?”, Dr. Marks leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen against the desk like he had all the time in the world.I did not. What I saw was the flashing neon sign of regret associated with Ethan Steele's work.“No, I'm not listening," I stated decidedly as I grabbed my tote bag. “Let’s be honest, I care about my peace of mind and from what I’ve been told, Ethan Steele doesn't come across as a piece of cake to find serenity.”I knew I should have sent him over to someone else the moment Estelle told me she'd be transferring her patients to me, since she was resigning, but I hadn't.I thought I could handle it. Handle him…And I was wrong. I dreaded our sessions more than I dreaded working overtime.Dr. Marks sighed, his eyes narrowing in that patronizing way senior doctors often did when they felt superior. “Amelia, Ethan Steele isn’t just any patient. He’s the Ethan Steele. If you succe
Amelia“It’s an opportunity of a lifetime, Amelia. Do you realize how much this could boost your career?”, Dr. Marks leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen against the desk like he had all the time in the world.I did not. What I saw was the flashing neon sign of regret associated with Ethan Steele's work.“No, I'm not listening," I stated decidedly as I grabbed my tote bag. “Let’s be honest, I care about my peace of mind and from what I’ve been told, Ethan Steele doesn't come across as a piece of cake to find serenity.”I knew I should have sent him over to someone else the moment Estelle told me she'd be transferring her patients to me, since she was resigning, but I hadn't.I thought I could handle it. Handle him…And I was wrong. I dreaded our sessions more than I dreaded working overtime.Dr. Marks sighed, his eyes narrowing in that patronizing way senior doctors often did when they felt superior. “Amelia, Ethan Steele isn’t just any patient. He’s the Ethan Steele. If you succe...
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