All Chapters of Married To The Crippled Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

I never imagined that today would mark the end of my single life. Dressed in an elegant white gown, holding a bouquet of soft pink roses, I should have been feeling ecstatic. Brides dreamed of this moment—walking down the aisle, exchanging vows, stepping into forever with the one they loved. Yet, standing in front of the mirror, I felt disconnected, as if the reflection staring back wasn’t mine. It had all started six months ago when Matthew proposed to me on my twenty-fourth birthday. He had been everything I ever wanted—loving, attentive, kind. He didn’t come from extreme wealth, but I never cared about luxury. All I ever wanted was happiness, a simple married life filled with love and warmth, something that had always seemed just out of reach. A sudden swing of the door startled me out of my thoughts.Maria Sears—no, Maria Comb now—stepped into the room, her presence sucking the air from it. My stepmother, for the last nine years, carried herself like a queen, always adorned with lay

For the first time in my life, I refused. I refused to be controlled. Refused to be used. Refused to be given away like some lifeless object to be traded between families. I had spent years silently obeying—enduring Maria’s venomous commands, bowing to Dave’s feeble attempts at peacekeeping, and swallowing every injustice forced upon me. But this? This was too much. “No,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. “I won’t do it.” Maria’s expression twisted into something dark, her lips curling in disbelief, as if I had just committed an unforgivable sin. For a moment, silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating, before it snapped like a whip. Her hand struck my cheek with a force that sent my head snapping to the side. A sharp sting bloomed across my skin, heat radiating from the point of impact, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. The humiliation. The sheer injustice of it all. “You ungrateful little brat,” Maria spat, her voice like acid. “Do you have