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The Billionaire's Sick Wife

A poor girl born with congenital heart disease has not had much hope for the future, but her life takes a sharp turn when a wealthy, handsome man proposes marriage to her following her heart transplant. It was the most surprising thing to happen to her in her 22 years of life. Abigail had never thought that Christopher Sherman, a young, multibillionaire businessman, would approach her and express his desire to marry her. She was ecstatic and accepted his proposal. But little did she know that the 32-year-old handsome guy had a secret reason for wanting to marry her. Abigail stepped into his world with a lot of hope in her heart. But marrying him was not the happy ending. It was just the beginning. Will she be able to keep her heart from breaking? What will happen if she discovers his true motive? ============= "Life was easy before I married you," said Abigail with pain in her eyes. “I was dying, but I was happy.” “What do you mean?” Christopher clasped her arm. “Stop talking nonsense and eat the medicine,” he hissed, placing a tablet in her palm. Under his fiery gaze, Abigail cowered. "Do you find it difficult to meet my demand for a baby? It has been two years, Christopher." He didn’t answer her question. All he did was stare at her, acting mute. “Why do I feel like you don’t care about my feelings?” Abigail asked. “Don’t you love me?” His silence was the clear answer. ============= A special thanks to Aurora, my editor, for her helpful suggestions on how to improve the synopsis. You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid - Ongoing, daily updated. My Ex-Husband Begged Me To Take Him Back - Ongoing, daily updated.

Angelica2511 · Urban
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715 Chs

A battle of wits

As the morning light streamed through the windows, Vivian sat at the breakfast table, savoring her cup of coffee. Her determined gaze followed Britney, who had just emerged from her room, still groggy with sleep, rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning, Britney. Come and sit with me." Vivian's polite greeting hung in the air, inviting Britney to join her at the table. "I already asked the maid to make you some lemon juice."

She nodded to the glass of lime juice on the table. "Have the juice. You will feel good."

With an air of authority, Vivian took on the role of mistress of the house, asserting her presence and influence within the walls that Christopher called home. She motioned for Britney to take a seat, her gesture carrying an undertone of expectation and invitation.