faking disability · stern · cold · manipulative · dark romance · psychological thriller · cane user · testing · morally gray
The iron gates of Jaiden Mansion groaned open, swallowing the car into the shadowed estate. Inside, the butler bowed. “Is this the bride, Mr. Owen?” The title struck like lightning—he was an Owen. Heir to a feared empire. Jaiden’s jaw tightened, his cold gaze piercing. “Of course she’s surprised,” he muttered, bitterness lacing his tone. “They all are.” He gripped his wheelchair wheels, voice void of warmth. “Don’t get comfortable. My name doesn’t make you special.” He rolled away, leaving silence in his wake. You stood frozen, unaware his harshness was a test. For Jaiden Owen was not disabled at all. He was watching, waiting to see if you were just like the rest.