All Chapters of The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EveI stared at Nick, unable to still believe what had just happened. My face stung from the impact of the slap, but it wasn't the pain that made my heart quicken or caused the tears on my face. The reason was the person in front of me—the man I had given my everything to.Nick was a doctor in one of the best hospitals; he wasn't just any doctor—he was my role model, someone I had looked up to. Even though he was ten years older than me, and even though everyone gossiped that I was a gold-digger intern because his father had once been a professor at the hospital, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I had him by my side because he was the first person who treated me like I was human. But now, that same person had just slapped me like I was dirt beneath his shoes.My hand trembled so much, and I bit my lips to stop crying, but it was useless. The pain was too much, too terrifying to try to stop it.“W-why?” I tried to mutter but my voice got stuck in my throat. I could only loo

XanderI watched her as she walked away, my eyes following her every movement with interest.I shifted my gaze to my legs. For months, the pain in my legs had been constant. And it made no sense because I wasn't supposed to feel anything in my legs. I had lost the ability to feel them years ago. No doctor had been able to explain it, let alone stop it. And yet, this strange woman had reduced the pain with a single touch. Not fully, but enough that the sharp edge I’d grown so used to was gone, as though her fingers had undone something even modern medicine couldn’t.I flexed my hand against the armrest of my wheelchair, staring down at where she’d touched me moments ago. How could she have known? How could something so simple make a difference where even the most experienced doctors had failed with expensive equipment?It was... fascinating.I exhaled, leaning back in my chair and glancing at the bridge railing. I hadn’t come here expecting company. The place was the only spot I could

Eve “Get married in my place, sister.” Those words. They rang in my ears like a distant echo, over and over, louder with every repetition until I could hardly think. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt, and I stared at Mia, disbelief coursing through me. I must have misheard her. It couldn’t be real. But as I looked at her, my stomach twisted painfully. The look on her face told me everything. The sly curve of her lips, the glint in her eyes—she wasn’t joking. Mia never joked. At least, not with me. She was serious. Dead serious. The ringing in my ears grew louder. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. My chest tightened as I tried to process what she had just said, but my mind refused to cooperate. Marry in her place? Was she really asking me to take her place? To take on yet another thing she didn’t want? I swallowed hard, my throat dry and burning, but the words wouldn’t come. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. Mia’s smile widened slightly,

Eve I blinked, disoriented, as the pain in my head and face blurred everything around me. I reached for the glass table to steady myself. But I staggered back, collapsing onto the cold marble floor. The world swirled around me, and I made no attempt to stand again. If I lost consciousness, they would just think I was faking it to get their attention. “Dad…” I croaked, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to—” “Shut up!” he roared, his face contorted with fury. His eyes were blazing, not with concern for me but with unrelenting anger. “How dare you hurt her? After everything she’s gone through! Do you know how much she struggled to stay alive, but you want to kill her? Take her away from us because you can’t control your anger? After everything we’ve done for you, this is how you repay us?” “I didn’t mean to!” I said as tears spilled from my eyes. “She dug her nails into me—I didn’t mean to push her! Believe me, I would never hurt Mia on purpose.” “Don’t lie!” he shouted, poi

Xander The night before I threw the woman across the room with more force than I intended, but I didn’t care. She hit the wall hard, the impact reverberating through the room. A low, guttural groan escaped her lips as she slumped to the floor, clutching her bleeding head with trembling hands. Her eyes darted to me, wide with disbelief. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected the strength, the ruthlessness. After all, I was just a man stuck in a wheelchair. But it was clear she had underestimated me. She tried to push herself up, but her legs wobbled, and she staggered back down, still clutching her head as blood dripped between her fingers. Her hand slipped to her waist, and when I saw the glint of the knife, my movements were instinctive. In one swift motion, I pulled out the gun from under my pillow, the cold weight of it familiar in my grip, and pointed it directly at her. “Don’t,” I said, my voice sharp, calm. She froze, her hand hovering near the knife as her gaze fli