The Billionaire's crippled Bride

Chapter one My eyes opened slowly at first blurry, and then clearly. I could see the brown ceiling with the rocking brown fan rocking as though it was about to fall down. Scanning the side of the room, the walls were lined with white linen, and the window was locked blocking even the thinnest of rays from penetrating. I could hear footsteps behind my door, people walking, some screaming. The place smelled like the clinic my mom took me to when I had the flu. Sweat trickled down my forehead and my hands became greasy. The bed was hard, and I shifted uncontrollably. It was hard to breathe or even be calm in this state. Wait... Where am I? I thought to myself. I winced as a sharp pain stabbed me at the back of my head. Then the memories of the accident I rather not remember came rushing, but i remembered anyway. I remembered that my bike tires were screeching uncontrollably when I took a sharp turn. After taking a sharp turn, while heading to the "All Peoples Congress" Auditorium, a black tinted Rolls Royce speeding uncontrollably was heading towards me I searched for many alternatives, either run towards the tree on the side of the road or be ran over With the speed of light, I turned the head of my bicycle towards the tree, hopelessly hitting my brakes. It was of no use because since last month my brakes have been faulty. "Bang!" I hit the tree. Upon hitting the tree I somersaulted. I don't know how many times I somersaulted but I knew it was more than the number two. I placed my hand on my head, and I noticed a band was wrapped around my it. "What if I hadn't taken that turn?" I felt a wave of fear engulf me as the flashes came. Who was the man or woman behind that steering wheel? I tried to move but a sharp pain shot through my legs. "Argh!" I tried again, this time harder. The same painful experience. Ok, one more time. I tried to sit up but a sharp pain shot again. Just then, a lady with a white gown and a file in her arms came through the door. "You're awake," she said with a big bright and warming smile " Where am I?" I asked, still wincing from the pains in my legs. "You're in the hospital darling," She said again smiling. "I need to make a call" I answered abruptly, I hated the fact that she was happy and I was sad. "Okay I will head over to the accidents and emergency lost and found to retrieve your phone for you ma'am" "No, don't worry I'll get it myself," I said to her. I tried coming down from my bed and this time the pain I felt was like that of a bullet piercing my femur. "Ah" I screamed "Why can't I get down?" I demanded. "Well, Ma'am the thing is arhh, ah...ah" she stammered My eyes narrowed and my hands were tight in fist. This was the same routine they used in telling me that my dad was late, always beating around the bush. "What is it?" I asked My eyes glazed over her. "During the accident, you kinda fractured your femur and patella, well the doctors were able to surgically remove remnants that may pierce your sartorius but" "Can you speak in the language I will understand " " You can't walk, well at least for the next 12 months but if you're lucky 7 months, that's after proper physiotherapy " I felt a lump form in my throat as the nurse's words sank in. “You mean I'm crippled,," I asked as tears came streaming down my cheeks like raindrops. I couldn't help but wonder why the universe was always against me. "But there's someone here to see you" The nurse said before locking the door behind her. A young woman, in a blue cotton suit wearing a white tee shirt, came striding towards me confidently. Her briefcase swung gracefully between her hands. She has piercing green eyes, blonde hair, and a sharp jawline. It was as though she was a supermodel, the kind on the front page of Vogue magazine. " Hello, my name is Priyanka Johns" she introduced "I'm the journalist from Good Morning America" flashing a bright smile, she must be so proud of what she does, unlike me. "I would like to interview you, you know about the accident" she explained "Ah...ah I don't know," I stuttered Catching up on my breath. First I learned I'm crippled, and now the host of good morning America is here to interview me! It was too much to process "What's happening?" I asked Rubbing my temples as I tried not to go insane. Placing my hands on the sides of my bed I managed to scoot and sit up. "Darling, you're the news!" She exclaimed, striding over to the worn, saggy sofa and snatching up the remote. "Watch" she said, her eyes gleaming with intensity as she clicked on the TV. Reporter: " Alexandra Blacksmith has ruined a young lady's life by running her over. This happened yesterday as he was about to attend the All People's Congress meeting " Reporter: “Hell is set loose as hundreds of protesters assembly outside the house of political billionaire Alexander Blacksmith, as they demand he step down" Reporter 3: " But leading can only happen if you by yourself follow the rules" So the man behind the steering wheel was the infamous billionaire Alexandra Blacksmith. The man behind the steering wheel was the infamous billionaire Alexandra Blacksmith. The man who had made my life miserable. The man who had left me crippled. Priyanka walked towards my bed, her eyes furrowed with concern. Sometimes I wondered if people genuinely pitied me or just played the sympathy card. "You know, no one deserves to suffer like this," she said gently, patting my hair. "You can file charges against him." Just as I was about to respond, the door flung open. A tall man, dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit, strode into the room. His presence was imposing, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. His piercing brown eyes scanned the room and his chiseled jawline seem set in determination. As his eyes rested on mine, i didn't know when i muttered "Holy s**t”