Contract Marriage To The Crippled Heir

Standing at the top of the staircase, a man clothed in black tuxedo stood with his hands akimbo. A smirk playing on his lips.

"Young Master, why are you standing there? Please come in, I miss you already." A voice said in the empty. The man smiled one last time before turning and disappearing into the distance.

The journey to her new home felt like hell, it was painstakingly slow and tendinous. The air inside the car was stifling and it was an awkward moment.  Elena felt the need to move seats but she could not, as the bride she had to sit with her husband.

Casting her gaze to her husband, he was on his laptop typing furiously. His fingers were long, fair and  beautiful. They stood out perfectly well from his body. His fingers weren't the only outstanding thing about his body though.

His eyes, she had not noticed it before but his eyes were brown in color. It looked like a golden brown, if there was anything like that, Elena thought to herself.  His skin was fair and attractive, not only that he has a cool aura around him too.

Elena was lost in checking her new husband out that she failed to realize he was gazing back at her. 

Adrian stared at the woman behind the veil, although her veil obstructed his view he could still feel the nervousness and tension in her body. He had noticed it earlier too when she was walking to the altar with her father beside her.

She was nervous and he had caught her rubbing her fingers nervously. He was supposed to be married to the supposed famous superstar in the city. He had already figured that the one he married was a replacement of the famous sister. He could tell that she was a beautiful lady, even though he couldn't get a clear view of her face.

He found Vanessa Whitmore disgusting, the fake smiles she had on tv, hidden behind her eyes, is one who is always filled with contempt most of the time. He could discern people's intentions even from afar.

Staring at the petite figure of the woman he was married to, he already had an idea of who she was. The hidden daughter of Richard. The daughter who lived in the countryside for years, only to return a few years ago.

Adrian brought himself out of his thoughts, he didn't have time to ponder on that now. He would do that later, for now he had other important things. Clearing his throat, he got the attention of his bride. His eyes pierced into hers and he watched how she quickly looked away.

Elena scolded herself, she could not believe she had gotten herself lost in him.... Clearing her throat, Elena focused her attention on the road.

Adrian threw his bride a side gaze before returning his attention back to his laptop. In a moment, the car swirled towards one side of the road.

Adrian's eyes turned cold, even today they decided not to give him a break. "Go head on, do not falter."

Elena turned around wondering if he was talking to her only to see the driver nod, "What's going on?" Elena asked, taking note of the sudden change in the air.

Adrian's expression remained cold, his eyes remained on the road. Suddenly he turned around with his upper body and with his hands, he pulled Elena into his embrace. 

Everything turned dark, total darkness before Elena could make sense of everything that's happening. 

Elena woke up finding herself on the bed, she sat up drowsily wiping her face, her eyes ran around the room in a moment.

Her head turned around her, she could not understand how she ended up on the bed. One moment they were on the road and then after that she couldn't remember what happened.

"Young Mistress, how do you feel?" A woman asked, walking into the room, she placed a glass of juice on the table beside Elena, her lips curled into a smile.

Elena raised her eyes and they fell on the woman, "Who are you? Where is this?" Elena questioned staring at the woman warily, a sense of danger over clouding her.

The woman burst out laughing, she sat on the bed and took out her ID from her pants. "Here you go. My name is Dr. Claire, head doctor of this villa."

"By the way, you are in Apple's Villa. This villa belongs to your husband, Second young master Adrian." Dr. Claire explained with a smile. Her short brown hair danced on her shoulders.

The sense of urgency in Elena dropped a bit, she mouthed an 'oh' and nodded her head. 

"So how are you feeling, young Mistress? Do you feel sore anywhere?" Dr. Claire questioned worried, although she had done a check up on the lady and found that everything was okay.

"Ermmmmm I'm fine, except my foot. I feel sore on my foot, I think maybe the heels I wore caused the soreness I'm feeling on my feet." Elena answered by bringing her legs out of the bed cover.

Dr. Claire couldn't help but laugh, she was talking about something so serious but the young lady was just talking about her legs.

She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted, "Dr. Claire prepared an ointment for her legs." 

Elena raised her head, her gaze fell on the man sitting on the wheelchair, the wheelchair slowly rolled on the ground till it arrived beside the bed.

"Yes Young Master." Dr. Claire answered, stinking out her tongue as she walked out of the room.

Elena was quick to stand up from the bed, she stood in front of her husband. It was then she realized that her veil was gone and no longer with her.

"Elena Whitmore, second daughter of Richard. Lived in the countryside for years, returned to the city a few years ago. Useless according to the news, clumsy and easy to bully." Adrian muttered like he was reciting a recitation given to him.

Elena stifled, her eyes turned nervous, her heartbeats accelerated too. She fell back on the bed, sitting with her hand balled into a tight fist, she clenched the bed sheet so hard.

"You! You knew! Please don't be angry with my dad, he only did this because my sister doesn't want to get married to you so he sent me instead". Elena quickly tried to explain with her head bowed down. She was scared of the consequences her father would face if her husband got angry.