A Miracle Fault

Stefan took the lift and went down to the first floor. As the door to the lift was opened, Paul hurried over and pushed the wheelchair towards the parking lot. When Stefan passed by the entrance in his wheelchair and was going straight to the parking lot, a woman was standing next to the column of the Byrne Building. She stared at the man in the wheelchair blankly. He was even more attractive than in pictures.

He had a dark suit on. His slender and long legs were sitting snugly on the wheelchair. His face was handsome and his eyes were dark with a hint of wintriness in them. He had an aura that made it hard for people to get close to him, but at the same time, people would have the urge to get close to him.

Even in a wheelchair, he seemed like royalty.

He leapt gracefully into the Rolls-Royce. Paul closed the door and drove the car away.

Anayah quickly hailed a cab and followed Stefan.

Paul noticed a car following them closely. He quickly stayed vigilant.

"Master, someone is following us."

Stefan said lazily with his eyes closed, "Let them be, don't worry. Go straight home."

The car drove into the small area in Sweedal Residence. Anayah on the other hand got out of the car and walked to the security booth by the entrance.

Stefan's car was slowly drawing into the small area. Anayah wanted to follow him but she was halted by the security, "Miss, this is private property. You cannot get in." Anayah glared harshly at the security, "I came here with Mr. Byrne."

"That wouldn't be possible. Mr. Byrne's car just passed by. If you knew him you would be in his car. I'm sorry but you can't get in." The security guard blocked her from going in. Anayah got anxious, she yelled at the guard, "Do you know who I am? I am his wife!"

The guard was taken aback, "How could you be the madam? The madam is at home, we all meet her before."

Anayah was speechless. As she stood by the entrance she saw Stefan's car parked by a house. The door to the car was opened but Stefan didn't get out. Instead, a girl walked over and helped him onto the wheelchair.

The girl was none other than Emmeline. Stefan held her hand while sitting in the wheelchair and was smiling as he talked to her. They were both laughing happily.

Anayah stared at them tensely as they walked into the mansion. She felt like an invisible knife was cutting her heart into pieces.

Emmeline was so capable, she actually managed to make Stefan treat her so gently. Anayah had never seen him smile before, not even in the newspapers. It seemed like he would only smile at her sister like that.

Great, such a whore. She wanted to make her sister miserable by making her marry him and seduce him, but she was living so happily. There was anger in Anayah's eyes. Emmeline! In Anayah's mind, Stefan belonged to her. She would make Emmeline return him to her!

She turned around and left the area. She then hailed a cab and went back to the Campbell's.

As Stefan got home, Emmeline already prepared dinner, "You must be hungry, let's eat. I'll massage your legs after we eat."

Stefan looked up and smiled, "Dear, I will be relying on you a lot if you pamper me like this. Don't ever leave me. No matter what happens, you have to be by my side, okay?"

Emmeline stared at his handsome smiling face. He wanted him to not leave her, but if his legs recovered, he would have more girls to choose from. And by then, he wouldn't need her to take care of him anymore.

"Stefan, I promise you that I wouldn't leave you before your legs recovered." She stood next to him and looked him into the eyes. Stefan's face turned dark, "You're saying that you'll leave when my legs recovered?"

"...if you still need me when your legs recovered, then I won't leave. But I'll leave if you don't need me anymore." Because technically she wasn't his wife.

"Listen, Emmeline. I will need you forever, stay by my side and never say something like that again. You hear me?" he yelled coldly all of a sudden.

Emmeline was dumbfounded. She quickly kept her distance as he was getting mad at her for no reason, "Stefan, what you say doesn't make any sense. By law, I'm not your wife. There's no reason for me to stay here when your legs recovered." She felt helpless and her eyes were misty.

Stefan flipped the coffee table and everything fell onto the floor. His eyes dimmed and he was letting out a frigid aura, "I see that you only care about the marriage paper. Okay, I'll bring that paper over tomorrow and you'll be my wife as of tomorrow."

Emmeline couldn't hold back her tears. They rolled down her pale face. She didn't really care about the paper! She was in a hard position! She didn't even dare to imagine what would happen to her in the future.

She turned away and wanted to go upstairs. She didn't want to see Stefan getting angry.

"Dear!" Stefan called out to her as she was almost by the staircase.

"Where are you going? Be more obedient if you don't want the paper. I'm tired, don't mess around." Stefan sat on the sofa exhaustedly.

He continued acting like he was still disabled in order to not let her go. But she was causing him trouble and wasn't being obedient.

"Now, come here. I need to go out later at night again," he said to her as he reached out his hand.

Emmeline was miffed but she couldn't say anything back. She turned around quietly and sat next to him. She didn't know why, but she was very easily irked recently.

"I'm not messing around and I don't really care about the certificate. Just mind your own business and I'll handle mine." She sat next to him. She then thought about his legs and swallowed the words she was about to say.

Maybe one day when his legs recovered, he would be able to control his temper better. It was natural that he had a bad temper, as he was in a wheelchair for so long.

Stefan sighed and pulled her towards him. He put his hand on her chin and looked at her helpless face. He then kissed her on the lips.

Emmeline blushed at the enthusiastic kiss. She lowered her head and stayed quiet. She then looked into his charming eyes. Her heart started beating faster. She could never reject his kisses.

She could feel herself falling to his aggressive yet gentle trap slowly.

She couldn't control her heart, even though she knew that she was only a substitute.

"Honey, stay by my side. I will take away all your worries, and I am sure that I want you from now on. I will allow you to think about falling in love with me, and that you should fully rely on me. Understand?" His deep voice was magnetic and it was ticking off like a bomb by her ears. Her mind went blank. He wanted her to love him.

But what would happen after that? He would need to divorce Anayah and only then he could give her a home. But his eyes seemed determined, he didn't seem to be lying.

Also, he didn't need to lie to her. Recently, she read the newspapers and saw that he became the president of the Byrne Group. He was slowly achieving his goals in life.[D