All Chapters of The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Eve To a world that is always unfair. To a world that takes more than it gives. A world that crushes people, watching as they struggle, as they beg, as they break. I have always hated that world. I have lived in it for as long as I can remember. It started when I was a child, the day my parents looked at me and decided I wasn’t worth the trouble. Not when they already had my twin sister. The one they chose. The one they kept. I was just… left behind. It didn’t matter that I was their daughter too. It didn’t matter that I had the same blood running through my veins. And then, it continued in the orphanage, a place where love was a distant thing, where I quickly learned that being different meant being alone. No one saw me for who I was. No one cared about me. And the one person I thought did was paid to keep me in check. And when my parents finally returned, I let myself believe that maybe I had been wrong. Maybe they had missed me. Maybe they had realized their mistake. Ma

Eve I pushed open the door of the operating room and leaned against the frame, my heart hammering in my chest. My breaths came in short, labored gasps, every muscle in my body screaming in exhaustion. My hands trembled at my sides, slick with sweat. Footsteps echoed in the hallway. I forced myself to look up, my vision swimming for a moment before settling on Mr. Winters and the man always at his side. I straightened instinctively, trying to stand properly, but my legs betrayed me. The room tilted, my knees buckled but a firm grip caught me before I could hit the ground. "I got you." Mr. Winters murmured. His grip was strong and careful as he helped me to a nearby chair. The moment I sat down, I felt like I could finally breathe a little, but my entire body ached. “Here, drunk this.” A cool bottle of water appeared in front of me. I blinked and looked up. The man beside Mr. Winters held it out. I gave him a weak smile, barely managing a nod of thanks before taking it. The mo

Eve Pain. It was everywhere. I couldn’t even tell which part of my body hurt the most. Was it my arms, my legs, my ribs? I just knew everything screamed. But then, my head felt like it was about to split open, it was so intense I could barely think. A low groan escaped my lips as I forced my trembling hand to move, fingers brushing against my scalp. It was wet and sticky. Without even looking at it, I knew what it was. Blood. My eyes fluttered open as I stared at my surroundings. The car was upside down. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to piece together what had happened. Then it hit me. A car. A car had hit us. My baby! Panic surged through me as I moved one hand to my stomach, my breathing shallow. To my surprise, there was no wounds, or pain there. Relief flooded me, but it was brief. Because then I remembered Anthony. My gaze snapped toward the driver’s seat. "Anthony?" My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. He didn’t answer. His body was slumped forw

Third person pov For a long time, she had been planning her revenge. She once had everything—a rich and loving family, a home filled with warmth, a life without worries. But the only thing that truly mattered to her was her parents. They were her world. And then, in a single night, her world was destroyed. She was forced to watch as they were taken from her. Not by accident, not by chance, but because someone wanted to see how much pain a loving person could endure before breaking. Because someone was curious about how far a soul could fall when stripped of everything. That was what happened to her. She lost everything. Her parents. Her home. Herself. And after that night, she was thrown into an orphanage like discarded trash. But even as a child, she made a vow. By any means necessary, she would have her revenge. Even when she met someone that helped her, even when she became a famous person. She couldn't let it go. She wanted that person to go through the same pain she had go

Third person pov Ginna turned to her son, her face pale with shock. “What did you do?” Nathan shrugged, completely unfazed. “What does it look like? He was talking too much. I had to make him sleep.” She rushed to Mr. Winters’ side, crouching down and pressing two fingers to his nose. When she felt him breathe, she sighed in relief. “He’s still breathing,” she muttered, standing up and spinning toward her son. “Are you crazy? What are we going to do now? If he wakes up? Our lives will be ruined! He would have destroyed us and that man will never help us!” Nathan only smirked. “Then we help ourselves.” Ginna let out a frustrated scream. “How?!” Instead of answering, Nathan turned to the door. “Come in.” The maid from the other night hesitantly stepped inside, her hands trembling at her sides. Her gaze darted from Nathan to the unconscious man on the floor. Nathan reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t be scared,” he murmured. “What did I tell you?