Marrying the 'Crippled' Billionaire

The big secret

Georgia's Pov

"What the hell is going on, Micheal? How are you walking? I thought...your family...what in the world is happening?" I stuttered in my confirmation, struggling to understand what was going on.

It made no sense to me that the man I married, who was supposed to be crippled, was standing right in front of me, on both his legs, without any kind of support.

Did the Romero's lie to the world that their son was crippled? Was this all some big scheme that I wasn't aware of?

"You look like you're having a mental breakdown, sweetheart. Relax yourself, please," Micheal said, staring down at me with an amused look on his face.

"Well, I am having a mental breakdown because I don't understand what's going on. Explain it to me!" I demanded, my tone coming off a little harsher than I wanted it to, but at this point, it didn't matter. I just wanted an explanation.

"It's not that hard to understand, Georgia. You thought I couldn't walk, but surprise, surprise, that's not the case. I can walk, and I'm letting you know this since you and I are now married," he responded, like it was the most casual thing in the world.

Feeling slightly irritated, I pushed his arm away from my waist and purposely walked past him to the other side of the room, mostly because I wanted to see for myself if he would really walk toward me without any support.

He turned to look at me with a rather unimpressed look on his face before letting out a dry laugh. "There was no need to do that, Georgia. Just ask me to walk around, and I would gladly do it," he said.

Before I could ask him to show me, he started to move toward me again, and this time, seeing for myself that he could really walk without any sort of support at all, made me gasp out loud.

"I can't believe this is really happening," I blurted out in disbelief. "I mean, don't get me wrong, Micheal; it's not like I'm upset that you can walk or anything, but can you explain to me why everyone else thinks you can't walk? Does your family know about this?"

I was genuinely curious to know if his family knew about this, because, as far as I remembered, Elena didn't seem to be lying when she mentioned that Micheal was wheelchair-bound.

Micheal sighed, the expression on his face switching from amusement to seriousness. "At no point should you ever mention to my family that I can walk, Georgia. I get that you're surprised, and you probably have questions you want to ask me, but there's a limit to how much I can tell you," he responded.

I scoffed before responding. "And why is that, Micheal? Why's there a limit to what you can tell me? If you're going to show me that you're not what I thought you were, it's only right that you tell me the full story and explain everything to me so I can understand why a man with perfectly functioning legs would choose to live as a cripple."

"For starters, my legs are not in perfect condition, sweetheart. Yes, I can walk around a bit, and it's not as bad as everyone else thinks it is, but it's not in perfect condition. As for why I'm not going to tell you everything, unfortunately, I don't trust you completely, which is why I can't tell you everything," he explained.

I sighed. From what he had just said, I already figured that he was keeping some big secret from his family, and it made sense that he wouldn't want to share his personal business with me when we barely knew each other.

"I can understand you not trusting me enough to tell me about your business, Micheal, but why bother letting me know that you're not a cripple? Why didn't you wait till you could trust me before exposing yourself?" I questioned.

I didn't know what exactly it was I wanted to hear from him, but a part of me felt very nervous about how he could potentially respond. I just wanted to believe there was a positive reason why he decided to let me know he could walk, despite not trusting me.

Before he responded, he walked closer to me, closing the space between us until he was only a few inches away from me.

"Point of correction, sweetie; I never said I didn't trust you at all. I mean, you and I have an agreement with this marriage, and I'd be foolish not to trust you to an extent before marrying you. I trust you, but not enough to tell you everything about me, just like you haven't told me everything about you," he explained.

"All you need to know is that I can walk, but don't think I faked my condition. I didn't fake it; I just hid the fact that I've been undergoing physical therapy. Sometime later, when I trust you enough, I'll tell you why it's such a big secret. Is that okay with you?" he asked.

I stayed silent for a while, taking in everything he just said. It wasn't like I had any other choice but to wait till he trusted me enough to talk to me about why he was choosing to live in this condition, and I was satisfied enough to know that he trusted me enough to show himself to me.

"Alright, Micheal. I'll accept the situation as it is, and if you're worried I would ever tell anyone else about you, then you shouldn't be. No one is going to hear anything from me, I promise," I replied to him, letting him know that I had no intention of telling anyone else about him.

His smile widened at my response, and before I knew it, his hands were on my waist again, this time pulling me impossibly closer to him.

"Now, back to what I said earlier about changing my mind after our little kiss," he whispered in a husky voice that almost made me gasp.

"W...what are you doing?" I stuttered nervously, looking everywhere else but at him, even though I had my chest pressed against him.

"What does it look like I'm doing, sweetheart?" he responded, wearing a sly smirk that made my heart skip a few beats.

I made a lazy attempt to push him off a bit, but his hold on me was a lot stronger than my rather weak attempt, and I ended up doing nothing but provoking him to pull me even closer. I looked up to meet his eyes, trying to process what could be going through his mind.

I was thinking he was just trying to tease me, but when I finally looked him in the eye, I saw a flicker of lust in them that made me realize that he wasn't joking around.

"If you keep looking at me with those eyes, Georgia, I'll end up kissing you," he stated firmly, making my cheeks flush bright red.

Before I could reply to him, his lips brushed against mine lightly. The contact was so light, as if he were simply touching my cheek with his mouth instead of kissing me.

After that, he slowly pulled away from my lips, leaving behind a tingling feeling where his mouth had touched mine.

"I know we have an agreement, but it's going to be quite difficult to keep my hands to myself if you keep looking at me like that, sweetheart. Next time, I can't promise I'll control myself," he said, before turning around and walking out of the room.