All Chapters of Married to the Disable Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

It was a bad idea I shouldn't have walked with Ryan into his office but that was exactly what I was doing, it was like I was being controlled with a remote. I didn't know how to stop myself, when I saw him outside I wanted to get back into the car and zoom off but he invited me to have tea in his office. I hesitated a bit but went with him.“Have a seat” he pointed to an empty sit opposite a big polished tableThe office was grand and intimidating, just like him. The massive, polished desk dominated the room, spotless and perfectly arranged. Shelves lined the walls, filled with untouched books, while bold, expensive artwork hung in between. A crystal chandelier sparkled overhead, casting light on the leather chairs and golden accents that made the space feel more like a showroom than a workspace. Everything was luxurious and cold, more about showing off wealth than creating a place to work. It was impressive but felt empty.“Thank you,” I said slowly taking a sit“Coffee or tea?” he

Leon sat quietly for a moment, his eyes distant like he was somewhere far away. The gym felt heavier somehow, the silence stretching between us until he finally spoke.“When my father was alive,” he began, his voice low and steady“I didn’t feel like an outsider in the family, I knew I wasn’t welcomed by others but my father didn’t treat me differently so I didn’t care about the looks and whispers I got. He wasn’t the type to show affection. He wasn't warm or emotional but he treated me like his son. Not some illegitimate child” he continued I stayed silent, giving him the space he needed. Something in the way his voice carried made my heart ache for him, even before he said anything more. He didn’t have to tell me, the pain his voice carried as he spoke told me how he was struggling to let me in but he continued.“He was strict,” Leon continued, his gaze still far away, “All about business. Family get-togethers, vacations, or anything like that? He didn’t care for those. But I work

LEONAlthough I was pissed at Naya for going to see Ryan, it came from a place of worry. I knew what they were capable of and what they could do to her if they wanted to and not only that but she was bringing the attention I was trying to avoid right to me. I kept thinking of the possibility of things that they could try to hurt her or ridicule her but nothing was forthcoming.I was to meet up with Ryan which was something I hadn’t done in a long time. The last time Ryan and I had a sit down it didn't end well and I was about to do it again. I just couldn't sit still while he plotted to do whatever it was to Naya. I would never let that happen not on my watch. I was intrigued by how confident and fearless Naya was. She gave me a bit of confidence why there was no reason to be scared of them or what they could do. It should be the other way around.They should be scared of me.When there were rumors of me being the next president of the company Ryan tried to threaten me that he would l

After speaking to him I left him with his thoughts. It was up to him to decide if he wanted to go or not. I found myself on Kayla’s social media page. It was something I had become accustomed to and I did it every night, I had trouble sleeping or before I went to bed. I was scared to sleep most nights because the nightmares were relentless. Before I had a reason to stay awake reading and researching the whole night but when I didn't have to do that I ended up falling asleep after staring at the ceiling for a long time and I would wake up sweating or screaming. It was like I was being hunted by my sister.Images of her body replayed in my dreams every night, it was torture that I hated falling asleep, so instead I stalked Kayla's social media wounding my heart more and more by digesting videos and pictures of her living her best life, there was a video of her flaunting the new sports car she just bought. She was living life and seeing her happy made my heart ache badly. She didn't dese

It was going to be Leon’s first public appearance in years. That fact alone was enough to make my hands tremble as I adjusted the small clasp on my bracelet. For someone who once thrived in the public eye, Leon had spent years retreating into the shadows. Now, he was stepping out again, and I was ste,pping with him.I wasn’t nervous because of the cameras or the stares I knew we’d get, I don't know if I could handle that. But I had to, no matter how the thought of it made my stomach twist. I understood the weight of what this night meant for Leon. He was doi,ng this in memory of his father, a man whose legacy was complicated and painful for him. And he was doing it with me by his side.When he asked me to come with him. He tried to make it sound like a joke, but I saw through it. Beneath his sharp words and casual shrug was a vulnerability he always liked to mask. So I agreed. Of course, I’d agreed. fake-assd I not, when he was putting himself through so much just to show up?As I sto