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• Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

  Lauren’s heart pounded as she paced her penthouse living room, the Singapore skyline dim beyond the glass walls, her hand clutching her phone, Priya’s words—Mr. Vaughn, murdered—echoing. Priya and Khalid sat on the velvet sofa, their faces tense, the coffee table strewn with papers. “Priya, Khalid, we have to figure this out,” Lauren said, her voice sharp,. “Vaughn’s death—it’s no suicide, no matter what the police say.”Priya’s sigh was heavy, as she narrowed her eyes. With a low voice, she said, “Lauren, it’s a lost cause.” Her hand gestured to the papers. The frustration on her face was raw, her dark hair falling across her brow. “The will’s probably destroyed by now. That suicide note on his desk? The police confirmed it.” she said, her tone wavering.Lauren’s breath caught. “Why would Vaughn kill himself?” Her eyes darted between them, her mind racing. “He was working with Helen, pushing her fake will. Who was he against that wanted him dead?” Khalid’s jaw tightened, his voice

• Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

  Lauren’s voice trembled as she reached Alex’s bedroom, her dress damp from the hot tea, her skin stinging. “Alex, Melissa did that on purpose!” Her tears spilled, her heart racing. Lucky for her, the maid quickly retracted her hand, pouring most of the tea on the floor instead.Alex’s crutches clicked, his voice sharp. “I know, Lauren!” He eased onto the bed, his hands clenched, and his fury clear. “I should’ve thrown them out, not let them stay on the estate! I'm sorry.” His gaze softened, his hand reaching for hers. “You okay? The baby?”Lauren nodded, her voice shaky, her tears falling. “I’m fine, Alex, just… mad.” Her hand squeezed his. “She’s trying to hurt me, to hurt us.” Her eyes met his. Her strength began to weaken against his strong stare. It was like he could see right through her, and maybe that was what she liked about him most. She didn't have to tell him something was wrong before he understood.With a low voice, Alex cupped her face.“She won’t win, Lauren.” His thum

• Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

  “You’re gonna love this, Lauren.” Her hand rested on her bellyLauren’s heart fluttered as Alex guided her up the spiral staircase to the rooftop of his sprawling mansion, the Singapore skyline twinkling below, her black silk dress swaying, and her emerald pendant catching the soft glow of fairy lights.His two crutches clicked, his green eyes warm, his voice low and promising.The rooftop doors opened, and her breath caught—glittering lights draped across pergolas, red roses spilling from vases, a candlelit table set for two, a romantic haven crafted for her. But her joy shattered as two figures turned from the table, their laughter halting: Jake, his smirk sharp, and Melissa, her blonde curls gleaming, her eyes wide with feigned surprise.Alex’s voice roared, his body tense, his crutches slamming the floor as he surged forward, his eyes blazing with fury. “What the hell are you doing here?” His face reddened, his balance wavering, his recovery strained. His anger was raw, but he fo

• Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

  Lauren’s heart lurched as Melissa’s words—we just finalized our marriage—hung in the air of Alex’s opulent mansion. Her hand gripgped Alex’s, his crutch creaking beside her, his green eyes wide with shock. Jake's smirk faded, Melissa blonde curls framing her smug smile, their lunch plates abandoned on the polished table. Lauren’s eyes widened, her instincts screaming deceit, her voice sharp. “Married? You and Jake?” Her eyes narrowed, her heart racing, her pregnancy’s weight a quiet ache. “Melissa, what are you scheming?”Alex’s breath caught, his voice trembling, his crutch steady. “How is this even possible?” His gaze locked on Melissa, his shock raw, his hand tightening on Lauren’s. “You… you claimed you were carrying my child!” His tone sharpened, his eyes blazing, his pain over her lies—her fake pregnancy, her manipulation—a wound reopened. “What about that, Melissa? Explain!”Melissa’s smile faltered, her blue eyes darting as her hands clenched. Her voice stammered, “Alex, I…”

• Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

  Lauren’s heart stopped as she and Alex stood frozen in the doorway of his sprawling mansion, the ocean breeze drifting through the open glass walls, the polished dining table a stage for betrayal. Her hand gripping Alex’s, his crutch creaking beside her. There, at the table, sat Jake, Alex’s cousin, his dark hair slicked back, his smirk sharp, and Melissa McCarthy, her step sister, her blonde curls cascading, her eyes wide with shock. The clink of their plates halted, their laughter dying as they stared at Alex, upright, his surgery’s triumph a silent thunderbolt. Lauren’s voice was sharp, her heart racing. “Melissa? Jake? What are you doing in Alex’s house?”Melissa’s gasp echoed, her blue eyes shooting up, her fork clattering to the table, her shock raw. “Alex… you’re walking?” Her voice stammered, her hands trembling, her gaze darting between his crutch and his steady stance, her disbelief palpable. “How… how is this possible?” She rose, her heels clicking, her arms opening as sh

• Cripple Billionaire Husband    CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

  Lauren’s heart leaped as Alex turned at the hospital’s coffee machine, his green eyes meeting hers, his faint smile a beacon in her storm. After 28 years of being crippled, Alex Reed could walk, his body leaning on a crutch, his posture unsteady but triumphant. Her voice trembled, her hands reaching for him, her joy overwhelming. “Alex! You’re… you’re walking?” Her tears spilled, her heart racing, Tom Devon’s will, Helen’s fraud, and Melissa’s bail fading for a fleeting moment.Alex’s smile widened, his voice soft, his eyes glistening. “Lauren, I did it.” His hand gripped the crutch, his other brushing hers, his warmth grounding her. “The surgery worked. I’m not perfect yet, but… I’m walking.” His voice wavered, his gratitude raw, his gaze locked on hers. “You pushed me to do this. Thank you.”Lauren’s sob escaped, her hands cupping his face, her tears falling. “Oh, Alex, I was so scared!” Her voice cracked, her guilt for urging the surgery—50/50 chance, amputation risk—melting in h