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.
The desire for vengeance
The room was in chaotic disarray, with the harsh sounds of shattered glass and clattering metal piercing the air like a discordant symphony of destruction. Shattered glass and ceramic fragments covered the floor like a deadly minefield, threatening to cut anyone who dared to step foot in the space. Overturned furniture and broken decorations told the tale of a fierce tempest that had ravaged the once-peaceful retreat.
The room, once an epitome of order and refinement, had descended into a scene of utter chaos. It was as if a tempest had swept through, leaving devastation in its wake.
Amidst this havoc, Lance perched at the edge of the bed, his demeanor mirroring the turmoil around him. His face bore an expression of deep-seated anger and frustration, and his eyes were aflame with an intensity that could incinerate even the bravest soul. Tension hung heavily in the air, exacerbated by the occasional guttural groans that emanated from his throat.