All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

CHAPTER ONEHeaven’s POVI let out a shaky exhalation, my eyes brimming with unshed tears as I darted my gaze towards Avery, who was lying on her back, hoisted on both of her elbows, clad in nothing but shamelessness. “Get up and put some clothes on, now.” The calmness in my voice was a maddening contrast to the anger that brewed inside me, boiling my blood. “What on earth is your problem, huh?” She rose to her feet with suddenness that had me taking a step back, my brows furrowed slightly at her outburst. “I will not do this with you,” I shook my head, turning away from her to walk out of the room, but her hand on my wrist halted my movements. “You know, I’m glad you found out the truth,” she said, the corner of her lips tugging up in a smirk. “I was honestly tired of snooping around behind your back to get some good sex.”I turned around abruptly, her lack of remorse for her actions shocking me to the marrow of my bones, and she continued like she never stopped, throwing her ha

CHAPTER THREE HEAVEN’s POVThis was what every girl would have termed as a dream wedding. A luxurious, extravagant wedding—that was trending right now on the internet, to a very successful billionaire, hot, dashing, handsome, breathtaking even, standing out amongst the crowd, his demeanor screaming power and bizarre authority. Wearing it clearly on his face that he shouldn’t be messed with, and honestly, I could count the amount of times I’d seen the corner of his lips tug up in what barely resembled a smile. We all gushed about these kind of men in the books we read, hoping we’d be lucky enough to get married to someone just like them. Funny how you have to be put in a constricting position, have everything you’ve ever dreamt about, everything you’ve ever hoped for, everything you’ve ever believed in, grasped from your reach. Having your heart heavy, yet the tears don’t come out, causing the constant pang in your chest threaten to tear down your rib cage. Being put in a situatio

CHAPTER FIVE HEAVENThe morning sunlight trickled in through the gaps in the curtains, gently rousing me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft glow of dawn. The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cold, indicating that Adrian had been gone for a while. I sat up, wrapping the silk robe around my frame, a shiver running down my spine as memories of the previous night cascaded through my mind like a relentless wave.Adrian’s commanding voice echoed in the recesses of my memory, his words stark, devoid of warmth. " Strip." His directive had been laced with an impatience that brooked no argument, his eyebrow arching in a silent challenge. I remembered the tremble in my hands, the quickening of my heartbeat, and the uneasy knot in my stomach. Despite my hesitations, the night had unfolded in a way that quashed all the whispered rumors about Adrian Miller's supposed impotency. Those moments of intimacy, veiled in the shadows of the night, had revealed a tru

HEAVENI woke up with a start, the blaring sound of my phone's notifications jolting me from the depths of a restless sleep. My head throbbed with a merciless ache, the remnants of last night's fiasco pulsing behind my temples. I could barely recall the events, but the snippets that did surface made me want to burrow into my bed and never emerge again.As I reached for my phone, squinting against the harsh light of the screen, I was bombarded by a stream of messages, missed calls, and notifications. Panic clawed at my chest, my heart racing as I began to piece together the chaos."What have I done now?" I murmured to myself, scrolling through the notifications. My breath hitched when I saw it—a video that had been shared and re-shared across various social media platforms, gaining traction with a speed that felt unreal. It was me, in one of my most vulnerable and embarrassing moments, immortalised for the internet's unforgiving consumption."God, no," I gasped, feeling a wave of nause