Flash Marriage To The Wheelchair Tyrant

Brought back from a rusty trailer park, I was supposed to be the Turner family's obedient marriage pawn.

But the night before my engagement, I caught my wealthy fiancé and my beloved stepsister rolling around naked in the hotel's presidential suite.

I filmed the whole thing, but my biological father didn't care about the truth.

He called me an ungrateful wretch, claiming I drugged my stepsister out of jealousy.

He released a midnight press statement canceling the engagement due to my bad morals and threatened to cut off my grandmother's life-saving medical payments.

To fill the massive hole in the family trust fund, my father quickly found a new use for me.

He sold me off to Dedric Black, the notoriously ruthless, paralyzed head of the Black family who allegedly sent his last three fiancées straight to the psychiatric ward.

They thought they were throwing a helpless country bumpkin into the wolves' den.

What they didn't know was that I am actually a top-tier underground surgeon.

Even better, I had just run into my terrifying new fiancé in a men's restroom earlier that night—standing on two perfectly healthy legs.

"Tell my father I accept the marriage."

I smiled coldly. It was time to see how long my new husband could keep up his little act.