Married to the Billionaire’s “Sickly” Son
I Married the Billionaire’s Sick Son
When I found out the billionaire’s son was sickly, I quickly agreed to marry him.
I’m not a gold digger, I just want to know when I’ll inherit the billions.
Whoa, on our wedding night, the “sickly” husband revealed his true colors.
“Do you prefer a boy or a girl?” he asked.
I panicked.
I got married.
To the billionaire’s only son, no less.
Filthy rich.
The kind of rich where they could install an elevator on Mount Everest if they wanted to.
Most importantly,
He was supposedly sickly.
The type who had signed stacks of dangerous diagnosis papers.
Always pulled back from the brink of death with money.
When I found out I was marrying him, I was so
rolled around on my bed.
Just thinking about my future life as a wealthy and beautiful widow made me grin from ear to ear.
On the wedding day, the billionaire’s assistant looked at me apologetically,
“I’m so sorry, Miss Reed. The young master is in poor health, so you’ll have to complete the wedding ceremony alone.”
As he spoke, a million dollars was deposited into my bank account.
I nodded vigorously. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll take good care of the young master in the future!”
After all, it’s usually the bride who steals the show at weddings anyway.
The groom?
Take him or leave him.
Only my silly sister Tina had the nerve to flit around in front of me.
“How pitiful, marrying a sickly man.”
M
8:51 AM
“How pitiful, marrying a sickly man.”
“How dare you talk about my husband like that! I won’t allow it!”
Is he really my husband?
He’s my future sugar daddy!
Come to think of it, Tina was originally supposed to be the one getting married.
Because I already had a boyfriend.
But after Tina threw a huge tantrum and my stepmother whispered in my father’s ear,
My dad immediately made me break up and get married instead.
And Tina ended up with my ex–boyfriend.
Damn, how did all these good things happen at once?
I was just thinking about how to break up when someone came along to solve the problem for me.
Jack was also at the wedding, his face pale as he looked at my wedding dress.
“Don’t worry, this is haute couture. It won’t clash with that family heirloom wedding dress of yours.”
I glanced at Jack and walked away.
I completed the wedding ceremony alone.
Wearing the latest wedding gown, I looked like a princess.
2
When the officiant asked about my feelings for the groom,
I immediately launched into an 800–word essay.
This heartfelt declaration moved the billionaire to tears, and he immediately transferred five million dollars to me.
I received the transfer notification on my way to the mansion.
The car stopped in front of an estate. The swimming pool in front and the golf course in back left me speechless.
“Young madam, the mountain behind also belongs to us. There’s even a hot spring up there.”
I held back tears, thinking about how all this would be mine in the future.
How exciting!
The servant led me to a room on the second floor.
“The entire second floor is for you and the young master. The third floor rooms are vacant. There are call buttons everywhere if you need anything.”
I nodded and opened the door.
8:51 AM
A man was sitting on the sofa by the floor–to–ceiling windows.
He was leaning back on the large sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his long, slender white hand.
Red wine?!
Can he even drink?
“You’re Fiona Reed? Come here.”
As I walked over, I realized the man before me was breathtakingly handsome.
With exquisite features, he looked like a masterpiece sculpted by God.
I blurted out, “Hi, husband.”
The man was so startled by my words that he choked.
He dropped the wine glass and started coughing violently.
I rushed over to pat his back, terrified.
He can’t die tonight!
If he dies on our wedding night, what if his dad thinks I’m bad luck?
What if he doesn’t give me any money?
