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

"Please don't kill me," she pleaded, desperation seeping into her voice. "I'll do anything you say."

"Is that so?" The man smirked, his gaze predatory as it roved over her form. "You will do whatever I say."

Ella, her grip on the knife tightening in apprehension, nodded in reluctant agreement. The atmosphere thickened with an unspoken threat as the man's demeaning words hung in the air.

"Can you suck my cock?" he crudely demanded.

Ella felt a surge of revulsion at his request, but she forced herself to remain still, her eyes fixed on the gun in his hand. She knew that she had to do whatever it took to stay alive. With a heavy heart, she nodded her assent.

The man's predatory smirk widened, and he callously ordered, "On your knees."

Ella felt sick to her stomach at the thought of complying with his demand. She struggled to suppress her discomfort and obediently knelt, her eyes brimming with tears.

The survival game.