The Runaway Bride And The Disabled Billionaire

From the back cover

I was the illegitimate daughter of the Kirk family, treated like a disposable pawn and forced into an engagement with the abusive Cory Travis.

At a high-society gala, my half-sister orchestrated a trap, hiring a man to drug my champagne and drag me to Cory's suite, where a hidden camera waited to record my total ruin.

I managed to switch the glasses and fight my way out, but the retaliation from my family was brutal.

When my father found out I humiliated the Travis heir, he slapped me across the face and locked me in my bedroom.

"Then I will break your legs, and I will have you carried to the altar."

He froze all my bank accounts, leaving me with absolutely nothing.

I tied my bedsheets together and escaped into the night, only to be hunted down by Cory's men and cornered in a pitch-black garage.

I pressed my back against the cold brick wall, suffocating under the injustice of it all. Why did my own blood want to destroy me so badly? How could I possibly survive against two powerful dynasties?

Just as Cory lunged to tear off my clothes, a sleek black Bentley pulled up, and a man in an impeccably tailored suit stepped out to retrieve me.

The man waiting inside the car was Grant Carlisle, a ruthless, legendary billionaire confined to a wheelchair.

He didn't save me out of pity; he knew I was a neurosurgery prodigy, and he needed me to fix his crushed legs.

Realizing this was my only chance at survival, I looked at the devil in the wheelchair and proposed a deal that would make my family regret the day I was born.