Forced To Marry The Dying Billionaire Novel by Lilith Grey _ Novel





Forced To Marry The Dying Billionaire Chapter 01

One of the heirs of wealthy families had just returned from abroad when he was diagnosed with a terminal venereal disease, his body covered in festering sores, leaving him with less than half a month to live.
When the news reached my wedding, my stepsister cried and threatened suicide, forcing me into a switched brides arrangement with her.
I smoothed out my wedding dress, completely unmoved:
"When that heir of a wealthy family drew lots to choose a wife, he picked me. You were the one who begged Dad to swap our names and stole the marriage."
"Now that he's dying and his status as the heir is gone, you're regretting it?
I'm already getting married. If you think I'll jump into the fire for you, keep dreaming!"
To my surprise, my fiancé Alexander Sterling pulled her into his arms with a heartbroken expression, glaring at me in dissatisfaction.
"The wedding hasn't started yet, and we haven't signed the marriage certificate, so it doesn't count!"
"I can't just watch Chloe Bennett suffer. Today's bride must be changed to her. You're the older sister; it's only right for you to sacrifice yourself for her!"
My eyes widened in shock, unable to believe what I was hearing.
My dad and stepmother nodded repeatedly, throwing my ID documents at my feet:
"I've already changed your name back. That heir of a wealthy family is a lecher who never uses protection in bed, and he's declared he wants to enjoy being a groom to the fullest before he dies."
"Chloe has been spoiled since childhood; she absolutely cannot catch a filthy disease, let alone become a widow. The other party is not to be trifled with, and they won't let you off if you back out. You have no choice but to obediently marry him!"
The two men in this world who should have been closest to me were now pushing me into the abyss without a second thought.
I closed my eyes in despair, then let out a cold laugh:
"Fine, have it your way."
...
After giving the wedding dress to my stepsister Chloe, she skipped over and threw herself into Alexander's arms, asking with a blush:
"Alexander, do I look pretty?"
Alexander's eyes held unconcealed awe as he answered gently:
"Beautiful."
"When I was designing it, I instinctively went with this size. I didn't expect it to fit you so perfectly. It seems you were destined to be my wife."
I froze slightly, unable to hold back a bitter smile.
No wonder the waist felt so tight when I tried on the dress, squeezing the breath out of me.
Because Alexander had designed it himself, I didn't want to let him down, so I endured it and said nothing.
I thought I had just gained weight recently, but it turned out the bride he truly wanted to marry was someone else all along.
Seeing that I hadn't intentionally ruined the dress, my stepmother rarely stopped rolling her eyes at me.
My dad also praised me for the first time, saying I finally acted like an older sister.
Watching their family of four laughing and talking, I spoke up sarcastically:
"You don't actually think I'd agree to marry in Chloe's place without asking for a dowry, do you?"
Hearing this, their expressions stiffened.
"What do you want?"
"Ten percent of the Bennett family's company shares."
As soon as the words left my mouth, my dad's face darkened:
"Bastard! That's the dowry I prepared for your sister. And to think I just praised you for being sensible. I didn't expect you to try and steal from her so soon. Do you even deserve it?!"
I had long known my dad was biased, but my heart still ached at this moment.
"Heh, the company is the foundation my mother built before she died. If Chloe, the daughter of a mistress, can get shares, why can't I?!"
"Don't forget, I'm your daughter too!"
My dad's face turned livid. If he hadn't been afraid of delaying the wedding, he probably would have slapped me twice right then and there.
He suppressed his anger:
"Your mother was my wife when she was alive. Even she belonged to the Bennett family, let alone her company. I have the final say on who gets the shares!"
"I've fed you well and raised you all these years, you should be secretly counting your blessings!"
He had been saying this ever since the day he brought Chloe and her mother into our home.
I used to not understand why a father raising his child—such a natural duty—became something I had to be profoundly grateful for.
Later, I simply stopped thinking about it.
How could I expect a man who brought his mistress and illegitimate daughter home right after his wife died to care for the orphaned daughter left behind by his late wife?
Seeing my eyes turn red, Alexander's gaze flickered, and he grabbed my hand:
"Charlotte Bennett, are you afraid that once the man from the Rothschild family dies, you'll have no one to rely on?
Or are you afraid of catching that dirty disease and having no money for a doctor?"
"Don't worry, when the time comes, I'll bring you back to take care of you, and I'll find you the best doctors. It's not that I'm heartless toward you, it's just that Chloe is timid, and I can't bear to let her suffer..."
Hearing this, I felt so disgusted I almost threw up.
I shook off his hand, mimicking how Chloe had just pressed the knife against her wrist, and sneered:
"It's fine if you don't give me the shares, but I'll kill myself right now."
"You were the ones who said the heir of wealthy families is not to be trifled with. He has already drawn the lot to marry Ms. Bennett. If I die early, you can just wait for Chloe to clean up the mess for the Bennett family!"
Hearing this, my stepmother quickly tugged at my dad's sleeve.
"Honey, we absolutely cannot let Chloe marry into that hellhole."
"The heir of wealthy families won't live much longer, and the Rothschild family will definitely change their successor. Not only will our Chloe suffer as a widow, but if she catches that dirty disease, how will she ever show her face in public again?"
"If it's incurable, it's fine if a worthless liability like Charlotte dies, but our Chloe cannot be buried with him!"
Chloe's eyes also welled up with tears.
My dad immediately had his assistant bring over the share transfer contract and signed it.
He didn't forget to turn around and comfort Chloe, promising to give her more shares as compensation.
Hearing this, I sneered endlessly in my heart. Give them to her; no matter how much you give her, I will take it all back in the end.
I won't let my mother's life's work fall into the hands of a bitch.
Over there, the master of ceremonies urged:
"The wedding is about to begin. Bride and groom, please get ready to enter."

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