THE BILLIONAIRE CRIPPLED WIFE

chapter 9&10

🌹THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRIPPLED 🌹

🥀WIFE🥀

{Love In Contract…}

Chapter 9💎10

🥀OLD WOUNDS🥀

Ophelia dressed in her white thin straps, lap length night dress, sat on her wheelchair, while facing the huge glass window.

Half of the window was partly open so air naturally seeped into the room causing her hair to fly beautifully.

She felt cold but she didn't care, her face was expressionless and her legs were covered in so much bandage that one would think she was putting on a knee length boot, because the bandage was wrapped from her knees down to her toes.

The room she was in, was exotic and furnished in mostly old fashioned style, something Ophelia had come to notice about the Diamonds, even though their sons seems to be very up to date.

Richard walked into the room that same moment, staring at her as he shut the door behind him.

Her back was turned to him, and seeing how engrossed she was in checking out, the night in the family mansion.

Made him take his eyes off her, as he turned to the bathroom, almost going in to wash up.

“We need to talk”. Ophelia's voice suddenly came and he stopped on his track and turned to her only to see her already facing him and his eyes caught her bandaged legs.

“How's your legs?”. He found himself asking as he moved closer to her.

Then bent before her and took one of her legs into his hand, but she removed his hand from her leg and then held his chin up so he faces her.

“Why did you marry me? Did you really think you we're helping me by getting married to me, or you just did it to punish me?”. Ophelia asked her eyes borring deep into his and Richard removed herr hand from his chin.

But his gaze never left hers.

“I’m just doing what makes me happy and satisfied”. He muttered as his eyes did the searching of hers this time and Ophelia nodded as she removed her gaze from his.

“I understand. Seeing me wallow without legs, is a good news for everyone, especially you”. She muttered as she stared down at her two bandaged feets and Richard’s gaze went to them also.

“You cause trouble for everyone but you end up suffering more. Does being so detestable really gives you peace? You love the way you live—?

“Do not try to lecture me. I'll live however I want to”. Ophelia sneered as she looked up at him and he got up making his way to the bathroom.

“Go to bed early—

“When are we getting a divorce? I don't think I want to continue in this shitty marriage with you”. Ophelia retorted cutting him off and Richard stopped on his track, tilting his head to the side as he refused turning to face her.

“Didn't you read the contract? Only I have the right to ask for a divorce–

“But I can't even stand your annoying family!!---

“That's why you should go away quick to the place I picked for you!!”. Richard shouted back cutting her off and Ophelia in anger looked around for something to throw at him, but when she found nothing she held her hair tight in frustration and began screaming loudly and Richard only turned to her with a glare.

“Are you sure you're not mentally deranged?!!”. He shouted but her screams were more louder and he balled his fist in rage.

“Fine then. Get well soon, the moment you recover your legs, I'll send you the divorce papers, that way I'll owe you nothing, since I caused the accident to begin with”. Richard through gritted teeth's and balled fist and Ophelia instantly stopped screaming as she faced him.

“Great! I'll need a phone and numerous doctor's appointment then”. Ophelia uttered calmly like someone who didn't just try to bring down the whole place with her screams and Richard said nothing as he walked into the bathroom and Ophelia smiled after him.

But suddenly she stopped smiling.

“Where will I go if we divorce?”. She muttered to herself.

Outside the room door, Irene stood right in front of the door with a glass of orange juice.

She had brought it earlier for Ophelia but hearing the loud quarrels from within, she contemplated whether to go in or not.

“The noise has died down. I'll just give her the juice..no. What if I interrupt something? Let me just go away”. Irene muttered as she turned to walk away but she instantly sighted Gerald walking towards her as he drank directly from a vodka bottle while pressing his phone and she instantly turned to runaway.

“Whose that?!”. Gerald asked from behind suddenly and Irene stopped on her track as she slowly turned to face him with a bow.

“Good evening sir”. Irene mumbled and Gerald frowned walking closer to her.

“When did we hire such a little maid”. He said as he finally stopped in front of her and Irene blinked puzzly at his statement.

‘He doesn't remember me?’. She thought still bowing as Gerald took the glass of juice from her and gulped down the whole content.

“Who ordered this, help them replace it”. His stern voice came again and Irene looked up at him to answer.

“I just brought it for the new lady—

“You?! What the f**k are you doing here?!!”. Gerald suddenly sneered loudly at her and Irene in fright instantly went on her knees.

“Please forgive me Sir! I promise I didn't mean to cheat you!!”. Irene pleaded.

‘How did he suddenly recognize me? I thought he forgot’. Irene thought troubly and Gerald frowned darkly.

“I hate apologies. Just tell me where the f**k is my money?!!!”. Gerald shouted as he threw the juice glass to the ground beside her and it shattered to pieces, beside her and Irene flinched as she began crying loudly.

“It got stolen”. She cried deeply and Gerald's eyes widened as he held his head in frustration.

“What got stolen? My money? Is it the entire hundred thousand dollars or half of it, or even a few bucks from it?”. Gerald asked as he moved closer to Irene who shifted back in fright, as she hesitated to speak.

“Answer me you little wench!!”. Gerald shouted almost breaking his vodka bottle on her head out of anger, but Pascal came from nowhere and pushed him away, which made him stargger backwards.

“You almost killed her dude!!”. Pascal shouted at Gerald with widened eyes and Gerald only sniffed while rubbing his nose like someone who was high, but he still glared at Irene who was crying on the floor.

“What's all the ruckus going on here?!”. Mr Diamond shouted as he came out of his room with his wife, both of them in a nightrobe.

He was like the elderly version of Richard, with few gray hair.

“You can't speak?! And where did you get that drink?!! I don't permit any form of alcohol in my house!!”. Mr Diamond shouted at Gerald who scoffed.

“Well if you banned it in here, I can still go out to buy mine can't I?! And also--that shouldn't be your main focus! Your main focus should be on this little thief right here!! This girl promised me three boxes of infinity pills! I paid her a hundred thousand for those pills!! A hundred thousand! But she f**king tricked me and ranaway! You need to check all your servants dad, I think you're harbouring a lot of criminals in here!!”. Gerald said bluntly and his parents blinked puzzly.

And Mr Diamond turned to his wife Mrs Diamond.

“In--finity pills? What are those? Are they used to cure headache or cold? I don't understand”. Mr Diamond asked his wife who glanced at Pascal in puzzlement.

“What are the pills your brother is talking about?”. Mrs Diamond asked and Pascal glanced at Gerald who was already chuckling at his parents dumbness.

Pascal only kept quiet not wanting to implicate his brother.

“They're drugs dad. A new kind of drugs that are way worst than the ones Gerald do take”. Gaston said with a grin as he approached the scene and Mr Diamond's eyes widened.

“Drugs?!! Wait--you paid a hundred thousand for just three boxes?!! What kind of cheater is this girl?!!”. Mr Diamond shouted as he turned to Irene in anger.

“That's not the point dad. The real issue is why is someone like Gerald still taking drugs when it's already affecting him mentally—

“I know right?! She took my money and ran away!”. Gerald added cutting Gaston off, as he angrily pointed at Irene who was still in tears and Pascal and Gaston rolled eyes at him.

“Shut up!”. Mrs Diamond snapped at Gerald, before turning to Irene.

“And where did you sell the drugs to my son?”. Mrs Diamond asked.

“The first question should be. Where is his money!? Because I might be clean but I know how drug business works! You can't take that much from him for just three boxes, are you a she-devil?!”. Mr Diamond sneered harshly and Gaston face palmed himself.

“I met the second boss at a bar in wingsville were I work as a waitress”. Irene muttered and Gerald frowned at her.

“Waitress? Why the f**k are you lying?! You think you'll be fully dressed and I'll happily hand you a hundred thousand?! You were a stripper! Don't lie to my face!”. Gerald hissed loudly and Irene shook her head instantly.

“No i was not! I was a waitress at that club! I was putting on my work uniform when I approached you because you were drunk and at the same time high! I lied to you about having the infinity pills and--the moment you handed me the money, it got stolen in that same club!”. Irene said and Gerald's eyes widened.

“The f**k?! You weren't a stripper? But how come I saw you naked—

“That's not the point dude!!”. Gaston and Pascal yelled at the same time at Gerald who stood stunned.

And Irene instantly crawled to hold Gerald's legs.

“I’ve quit that job. I've also quit scamming people, please don't take it to heart! I want to keep this job”. Irene pleaded and Gerald scoffed as he roughly removed his leg from her and she fell to the ground.

“She said the money got stolen let it go. This one time, I'll deduct the money from her salary”. Mrs Diamond said and Irene's eyes widened as a result.

While Gerald rolled eyes as he walked away.

“It's just a hundred thousand. Let her keep her paycheque in full. I've got a better dealer”. Gerald waved it off as he walked away starggerly like a drunkard and Gaston signaled at Pascal who nodded as he went after Gerald.

“You should both return back to bed, you need the rest”. Gaston said to his parents and they nodded before going to their room.

“Cheater!!”. Mr Diamond spat at Irene one last time before entering into his room.

“Leave also”. Gaston frowned at Irene one last time before running off to Gerald's room.

Irene sighed deeply as she ran away back to the maid's dome.

Gerald walked into his empty dark room, half drunk as he threw himself on the bed.

Suddenly the door opened and Pascal walked in putting on the lights and Gerald groaned.

“Gosh, s**t!! Put the lights back off you f**ker!”. Gerald snarled as he turned away from the lights to sleep, but Pascal only scoffed as he sat on the bed right in front of him.

The door opened and Gaston walked in, shutting it behind him, then went to sit on the bed right behind sleeping Gerald.

Gaston's eyes traveled through the room and he blinked puzzly as he glanced back at Gerald.

“I don't see any sign of Melanie anywhere”. He said to Gerald who snorted in his sleep.

“She left. Her contract was for only one night”. He muttered and Pascal's eyes widened.

“But you told everyone she was your fiancé?!!--

“And Richard told everyone Ophelia is his wife! If he can lie, why can't I?!!”. Gerald sneered his eyes still closed on the bed and Gaston moved to whisper into his ears.

“What if they're really married”. He whispered and Gerald scoffed in disbelief as he continued sleeping.

“You don't believe me? Ophelia is crippled who would want to marry her except Richard who would happily take her as a wife just to punish her. And we all know how proud Ophelia, she'll surely agree to save her pride”. Gaston muttered but no reply came from Gerald who still didn't believe.

“Isn't she one of your people?! She promised to give you all the shares she brought from the company remember?! She helped you fight against Richard in the past with everything she had! But suddenly the news announced she's broke because she donated all her wealth to charity?!! Isn't it a sign that she's switched sides and betrayed you?!!!”. Gaston said and Gerald's grey eyes flipped open.

“What if she's being threatened instead, afterall her crippledness makes her vulnerable to all. She just needs my help from that monster and I'll help her as a good friend of hers”. Gerald stated still lying on the bed and Gaston sighed as he signaled at Pascal to take over.

“There's no friendship in business bro! You know what I think? I think because of her new inability to walk, Ophelia knows the only person that will happily marry her is Richard, because he hates her and would love to see her wallow pitifully everyday! And thats why she begged him to marry her and Richard in return told her the only way the marriage will work is if she gave out all her wealth! That way she poses no threat to him again and she also loses the power to support you like a friend would!! And of course she agreed”. Pascal said and Gerald gave him a furrowed eyebrow.

“What kind of a lame story is that? Dude get your facts right, I'm not buying your bullshit! You both are looking for someone to tackle Richard and you think I'm the best option?!”. Gerald hissed as he changed his sleeping position from facing Pascal to facing the ceiling.

And Pascal frowned.

“Well you're the only one amongst us with the same influence as him! Why aren't you picking sides?! You think staying inbetween Is the best?!!”. Pascal shouted angrily and Gaston threw him a glare.

“Go out I'll do the talking, don't ruin everything with your anger!!”. Gaston shouted and Pascal frowned getting up, he glared at Gerald one last time before walking out of the room.

“Don't get us wrong. We're just spitting facts here”. Gaston said to Gerald who opened his eyes as he faced the ceiling.

“She should have reached out to me if she was so desperate to keep her pride. I mean, I don't mind making her walk again at the expense of my wealth, I also wouldn't mind marrying her if that's what she wants. But why go to that asshole, after everything”. Gerald muttered his grey eyes turning gloomy and Gaston sighed deeply.

“I think he told her about grandfather's announcement. The first to marry gets 30% of the company's shares as a wedding gift and we both know how ambitious Ophelia is, she obviously agreed to marry him and donate her wealth because she knows he'll be times two richer with the shares and his money may likely be hers”. Gaston said and Gerald frowned in anger.

Seeing how angry Gerald looked Gaston smirked secretly.

“She'll surely divorce him and regain her freedom once we snatch all power from him. You have the highest shares of 25% right now, he only has 20%, Pascal and I are fifteen percent, but we've agreed to put our shares together and surpass him, but we'll all be unstoppable if you merge your shares with us Gerald, that way even if Richard receives 30% shares as wedding gift we still will be 5% higher than him. I’m your older brother Gerald, I can't lie to you, you can't fight this fight independently, you need I and Pascal to support you”. Gaston said and Gerald shut his eyes close.

“I'll think about it”. He muttered and Gaston smiled getting up.

“You should. I'll be waiting for your feedback”. Gaston said before leaving the room.

The moment he left, Gerald opened back his eyes staring into nothing in particular.

Richard sat on the sofa right next to the bed, as he was busy on his laptop.

His reading glasses were on, giving him a killer look even though it was late at night, and Ophelia sat on her wheelchair very close to him, as she stared at him, shamelessly, her eyes following his every movement and for the upteethm time, Richard turned to her.

“You're sure you don't need anything?”. Richard asked and Ophelia shook her head.

Then he gave her a few glance before taking his gaze back to his laptop and she also resumed staring at him and in anger he closed his laptop and faced her completely.

“What do you want? Tell me”. Richard said and Ophelia smiled.

“Now you're talking. So I was thinking, If we divorce do I get to take half of your wealth like every other divorced couple do?”. Ophelia asked calmly as she continued smiling beautifully at him.

And Richard leaned closer to her, his brown eyes seizing her up as he stared at her.

“No. They only divide the properties. If they're real couples one, and secondly, if the lady gets to keep their children”. Richard said and Ophelia blinked quietly then she also leaned closer.

“So the more children I birth for you, the more money I can be able to take from you right? That's great! You gave out my money to charity and I'll be taking yours after divorce”. Ophelia said and Richard sighed staring at her for sometime before picking up his laptop.

“Wait till that time comes then. Go to bed”. Richard said almost going back to getting busy on his laptop when Ophelia held his arm stopping him and he turned to her only to find her looking down at her feet.

“I can't climb the bed, it’s higher than the one at home”. Ophelia mumbled.

And Richard dropped back his laptop, closing it completely this time.

He then walked to Ophelia and carried her in a bridal style to the bed.

He dropped her gently on it, and made to walk away, when a force suddenly pulled him back and he fell right on top of her, and both he and Ophelia exchanged shocked glances.

“I think…your…watch got tangled with my hair”. Ophelia muttered pointing at her tangled long hair in his wrist watch and Richard's gaze moved to it.

He then stood up from her, with one knee on the bed, as untangled her hair from his watch.

And Ophelia just laid staring at him.

“I need a little cuddling too. I feel very cold”. Ophelia muttered touching her arm and Richard threw her a stern gaze.

“And you're requesting that me of all people?”. He asked with a raised eyebrow and Ophelia blinked puzzly.

“You're speaking like we haven't done it before”. Ophelia uttered and Richard scoffed finally untangling it, as he threw her a dark glare.

“We have. But then you decided you wanted it with someonelse didn't you? If shameless was a person”. Richard hissed as he walked back to the sofa to sleep on it and Ophelia's gaze followed him, then she suddenly frowned.

“Just say you would prefer cuddling Angela instead”. Ophelia retorted with a hiss and Richard threw her a dark smirk.

“At least she didn't bang Gerald right in my presence”. Richard sneered in a deep tone and Ophelia fell quiet…