Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1725:

Dolores met her gaze with startling indifference. If she had truly grasped the consequences, she wouldn’t have gone through with it in the first place.

Leon was going crazy. “The Ruiz Group’s reputation is in ruins. Your brother’s latest project is now on the verge of collapse. And you?” His glare bore into her. “Your own name is in the dirt.”

“So?” Dolores shrugged. “If Lowell’s handling it, then let him. What’s the big deal?”

Leon’s eyes darkened with something colder than anger—disgust. “The big deal, Dolores, is that the entire elite circle now knows exactly what kind of woman you are. Your reputation is in shreds. Forget about Shaun—no respectable man will ever want you now.”

At the mention of marriage, Dolores’s composure finally cracked. She had spent years sculpting herself into the perfect wife material, poised to marry into a family much more esteemed than hers.

Confidence had always been her armor—she believed she could secure a prize husband. And she nearly had. Shaun wasn’t her only prospect; other distinguished men had considered her a match.

But now? This scandal had obliterated everything. Not just Shaun—all of them. Gone. Vanished like smoke in the wind.

Even the idea of marrying into a family of equal standing to hers now felt like a pipe dream.

The full weight of her downfall slammed into her chest.

“But… I-I don’t remember any reporters being in my room,” she stammered.

𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊: 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘﹒𝖈𝖔𝖒

Lucille let out a weary sigh. “The doctor said you took too many aphrodisiacs. You were so… consumed by the effects that you didn’t even notice them.”

Dolores’s knees buckled. She crumpled to the floor, her hands trembling. “It’s over,” she whispered, a hollow emptiness creeping into her tone. “My life is over. I was photographed. How will I ever find a husband now?”noveldrama

Leon’s gut twisted at the sight of his daughter’s despair, but rage overpowered sympathy. His voice thundered through the room. “Disgraceful! You’ve shamed our family! Look at your brother—he doesn’t need us to clean up his messes. And you? You’ve thrown your future away!”

Lucille stepped in gently, attempting to soothe her. “It’s alright, Dolores. Even if marriage doesn’t happen, we’ll take care of you. You’ll always have a home with us.”

“NO!” Dolores shrieked, scrambling to her feet as if the words had physically struck her. “I will get married! I’ll go on dates, I’ll find a husband! I refuse to waste away at home like some unwanted burden!”

“You’re insane! Completely insane!” Leon slapped her hard across the face. “Marry? Who would marry you now? If you were so eager to get married, why did you do such a thing?”

Dolores staggered back, clutching her burning cheek, tears streaming down her face. “That’s the second time you’ve hit me… How could you? How could you do this to me?”

“Consider yourself fortunate that I didn’t go further!” Leon yelled, his anger palpable. “For the next few days, stay put and don’t even think about leaving this house.”

He turned to Lucille, his expression hardening. “And as for you—if you continue to indulge her like this, I’ll cut ties with both of you!”

Lucille, taken aback, opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t muster the courage. His words were too harsh for her to challenge.

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