Chapter 6 - THE RAGE OF THE BOSS
The air in the grand hall seemed to vanish completely as the doctor's words echoed off the vaulted ceilings.
Marcus's face darkened into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury that made even his toughest bodyguards step back.
He gripped the armrests of his black wheelchair so hard his knuckles turned stark white against his tattoos.
"A paralytic," Marcus repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, yet vibrating with lethal intent. "For three years."
Elena backed away until her spine hit the heavy oak doors, her mouth opening and closing like a trapped fish.
"It's a lie! The doctor is in on this! They're conspiring against me!" Elena screamed in absolute hysteria.
Marcus didn't yell; his terrifying composure was far more dangerous than any explosion of rage.
"Dr. Sterling, examine every bottle in the master suite cellar," Marcus commanded, his eyes locked on his wife.
"Right away, Mr. Vance," the doctor stammered, packing his kit with trembling fingers and hurrying toward the stairs.
The stranger watched the chaos with quiet detachment, adjusting the frayed strap of her charcoal layered jacket.
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"You promised to feed me for ten days if I helped you feel your legs," the stranger reminded him softly.
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