Contract Bride, Eternal Obsession: My Husband Refused To Let Me Go

I was the abandoned daughter of the Foster family, locked away in a sanatorium for five years. Today, my father forced me to marry the notorious, wheelchair-bound billionaire Alistair Carlisle in my sister's place. My sister had faked a fatal heart condition to escape the arrangement. My ex-fiancé stood right beside her, telling me to just accept my fate. They all thought I was a broken, crazy doll they could use as a sacrifice. My father threatened me, my mother guilt-tripped me, and high society mocked us, saying a lunatic and a cripple were a perfect match. At the wedding, Alistair was poisoned and collapsed at the altar. His family immediately tried to stop me from saving him, ready to let him die and pin the murder on the crazy bride. They didn't know my sister's "illness" only cost her fifty thousand dollars in bribes. They also didn't know I wasn't a helpless victim, but a survivor with lethal medical skills and a hidden empire of my own. Why did my family think they could step all over me and get away with it? I didn't cry or beg for mercy. Instead, I extorted five percent of the family shares, walked down the aisle alone, and pulled my new husband back from the gates of hell with three hidden needles. When my "crippled" husband suddenly stood up from his wheelchair in our bedroom that night, I smiled. The real game had just begun.