All Chapters of Betrayed but Married to a Disabled Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Upon arriving at Harry’s residence, a grand yet eerily silent mansion, Arabella was greeted by an elderly maid named Mrs. Mia. The woman bowed politely, but there was something odd in her gaze, as if she wanted to say something yet held herself back.As Arabella stepped into Harry Anderson’s mansion, her eyes widened in awe at the opulence before her. Towering ceilings adorned with shimmering crystal chandeliers cast soft, golden reflections against the intricately carved walls. The air carried the rich scent of polished wood, mingled with the faint fragrance of white lilies arranged meticulously in porcelain vases along the corridor.The cold marble floor gleamed beneath her feet, each step echoing through the vast, quiet space. Her gaze traveled to the sweeping red-carpeted staircase spiraling toward the upper floors, elegant and imposing, as if holding the weight of history in every step. To her right, she noticed an elevator, a modern addition amidst the mansion’s timeless grandeu

In the spacious living room, illuminated by the shimmering glow of a crystal chandelier, Edwin stared at his phone screen. The numbers in his account had just increased by several million dollars. His heart pounded—not with anxiety, but with an overwhelming rush of excitement. He exhaled deeply before letting out a small chuckle.Luna, his wife, sitting beside him, immediately leaned in. “Well? Has it come through?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.Edwin nodded, then turned the phone screen toward Luna. “Look at this. Harry kept his word. A sum well deserved as a bridal price.”Luna covered her mouth, her expression a mix of shock and elation. “Oh, Edwin, this feels like a dream! We don’t have to worry about money anymore! No more debts, no more burdens!”Edwin laughed in satisfaction. “Exactly! We can buy a new house, a new car—anything we want.”Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the room. With eager strides, Helena approached them, her eyes shini

Arabella sat anxiously in the dining room. Harry’s words from earlier that afternoon still echoed in her mind.“I don’t need your help,” his voice had been cold, almost devoid of emotion. And all she had done was reach for a book he had struggled to grab from the bookshelf. If she hadn’t helped, he could have fallen out of his wheelchair.But Arabella wasn’t the type to back down easily. After hearing Mrs. Mia’s story about how Harry had nearly fallen into the depths of despair after his accident—and how his fiancée, Celine, had chosen to leave him—Arabella was even more determined to help. No one deserved to live in such loneliness and hopelessness.At the very least, she would help Harry regain his will to live a normal life before they eventually parted ways.That night, Harry didn’t leave his room at all. He was supposed to come down for dinner and take his medication. A young maid was about to take his dinner tray up to his room, as she always did. It was part of her routine—ensu