Her Secret Identity: The Tycoon’s Unplanned Wife

My family arranged my marriage to Silas Thorne, a Wall Street titan. There was just one problem: everyone, including my powerful new husband, believed I was a crippled, helpless girl from the countryside.

On the day of my physical therapy, my father called, not to ask how I was, but to demand I give up the marriage for his illegitimate daughter, Chloe.

"You can barely walk without a limp," he sneered. "You are going to embarrass the Vance family."

My new husband treated me with cold duty, carrying me like a fragile doll but refusing to share a bed, citing my ‘soft tissue injury’ as a pathetic excuse. The rejection was humiliating. To make matters worse, Chloe tracked me down while I was shopping, eager to mock me in public.

"Silas doesn't value you," she said, flashing a cheap ring from my father. "You’re just a crippled placeholder."

They all saw a weak girl they could push around, completely blind to the fact that my limp was a carefully crafted lie.

So I took the unlimited black card Silas gave me and bought a fifty-seven-million-dollar pink diamond, crushing her in front of New York’s elite. When I returned to our penthouse, Silas was waiting for me, a dangerous smirk on his face.

"I heard," he said, his voice a low rumble, "that you bought a star with my money today?"