Angelica2511

A poor girl born with congenital heart disease has not had much hope for the future, but her life takes a sharp turn when a wealthy, handsome man proposes marriage to her following her heart transplant.

It was the most surprising thing to happen to her in her 22 years of life.

Abigail had never thought that Christopher Sherman, a young, multibillionaire businessman, would approach her and express his desire to marry her.

She was ecstatic and accepted his proposal. But little did she know that the 32-year-old handsome guy had a secret reason for wanting to marry her.

Abigail stepped into his world with a lot of hope in her heart. But marrying him was not the happy ending. It was just the beginning.

Will she be able to keep her heart from breaking? What will happen if she discovers his true motive? 

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"Life was easy before I married you," said Abigail with pain in her eyes. “I was dying, but I was happy.” 

“What do you mean?” Christopher clasped her arm. “Stop talking nonsense and eat the medicine,” he hissed, placing a tablet in her palm.

Under his fiery gaze, Abigail cowered.

"Do you find it difficult to meet my demand for a baby? It has been two years, Christopher." 

He didn’t answer her question. All he did was stare at her, acting mute.

“Why do I feel like you don’t care about my feelings?” Abigail asked. “Don’t you love me?”

His silence was the clear answer.

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A special thanks to Aurora, my editor, for her helpful suggestions on how to improve the synopsis.

You can check my other books. 
Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire (Completed)
Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A Tale of Love and Revenge.(Ongoing)
The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid (Ongoing)

The Billionaire's Sick Wife

Christopher's response was instantaneous. He leaned in, his lips grazing hers, his tongue exploring her mouth with a tender intensity. Abigail melted into his embrace, returning the kiss with equal fervor.

Their bodies pressed together, and their hearts raced with excitement. His hands roamed her body, exploring every contour, every curve, his fingers lingering on the sensitive skin of her shoulders, her waist, and her hips. Her fingers danced across his chest, tracing the lines of muscle and sinew, her nails scratching lightly, sending shivers down his spine.

Their lips were still locked in a deep, intense kiss, their tongues probing and exploring, and their breathing rapid and shallow.

Abigail's hair cascaded down her back like a river of gold, her eyes closed, and her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and longing.

Christopher's eyes were open, his gaze fixed on her, his pupils dilated with desire, and his jaw clenched tight with control.

Uncontrolled desire