Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 397:

“I've had enough of your excuses,” Brook thundered, his grip tightening around Jayden’s collar as he tried to

yank him from his wheelchair. But just as he had missed when attempting to kick the wheelchair, he couldn't

move Jayden now. Brook's eyes blazed crimson with blind fury, and losing all control, he drew back his fist and

aimed at Jayden’s face.

The punch landed with a sickening thud, whipping Jayden’s head to the side. He let out a muffled grunt and

wiped his lips with his thumb, his gaze turning icy. But he remained silent, his motives unclear.

Corrie was gripped with fear as her thoughts raced, envisioning Jayden revealing his true colors and shedding

the pretense of his disability. She imagined Brook, all show and no strength, left defenseless against Jayden’s

wrath. She had noticed that Jayden could have easily dodged Brook's punch. Her sharp eyes noticed a flicker of

hesitation that allowed the blow to connect. She felt sure Jayden was planning something.

Brook's incandescent rage distorted his face, blinding him to Jayden’s true identity as the formidable head of the

Bayzee Group and the likely retaliation he faced. On the other side, Debora gasped softly. Seeing Jayden’s

bloodied lips, she felt a wave of sympathy. Still young, she remembered Jayden from the past when he stood tall

and strong. Even in a simple black suit, he radiated an aura of royalty.

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When Debora went abroad for her studies and heard that Jayden had been in a car accident, losing the use of his

legs, she hadn't thought much about it. She assumed Jayden remained the same, with that noble aura that made

him untouchable. However, seeing him take a punch without reacting shattered that illusion.

Back when Jayden was the supposed successor of their grandpa, Debora hadn't considered competing with him,

believing the position rightfully his. But now, seeing the former golden boy confined in a wheelchair so

vulnerably, she believed she still stood a chance, even though he was the founder of the Bayzee Group.

As Brook raged against Jayden, he suddenly pivoted toward Corrie, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her. Corrie had

been a silent bystander, uninvolved, but now Brook advanced, his anger turning toward her. Startled, she backed

away until her back hit the icy wall. With a placating smile, she tried to calm him. “What's gotten into you? |

haven't done anything to offend you. Please don’t take out your anger on me.”

Brook lunged forward, grabbing Corrie by her hair as he pointed an accusing finger at Jayden. “Wasn't he your

ex? Do you still have feelings for him now that you see him like this?”

Corrie was speechless. What was wrong with Brook? Biting her lip, she fervently denied it. “I don’t, and | never

did. He's nothing to me. | love you now.”

Brook's icy stare remained locked on her, piercing through her defenses. Corrie felt her scalp tingle under his

gaze as realization set in. Brook had spiraled into madness.

“How will you prove what you're saying is true?” Brook demanded.

Corrie was exasperated. “How am | supposed to prove it to you?”

“It’s simple,” Brook replied, pointing at Jayden’s legs. “I heard he hurt his knees in that accident. Go on, kick him

there.”

Debora watched in frozen shock, unable to bear the sight. “Brook, this is too much. Jayden’s already crippled,

and you're still tormenting him.”

Brook remained unmoved, his face void of emotion. “This is between Jayden and me. If you can’t handle it, leave

and stop whining.”

Debora’s voice lowered, disappointment heavy in her tone. “You've lost your mind.”

Brook scoffed. “Lost my mind? You don’t knowat all. This is payback for his betrayal. He could've helped me

but chose not to. Then he had the nerve to bring up our family rules. | knew he just wanted to humiliate me.”

Recognizing Brook's instability, Debora sighed, deciding it was pointless to argue further.

Jayden sat hunched in his wheelchair, his expression blank. His fingers tapped softly on the armrest, and

beneath his lowered lashes, a storm of danger and sarcasm brewed unnoticed.

Corrie knew she had to prove herself to Brook. She locked her gaze on Jayden, bracing herself. She had to strike

him as Brook ordered. If Jayden sought revenge, he could take it up with Brook. Plus, she believed he wouldn't

resort to violence against women. Buoyed by this belief, Corrie lashed out at Jayden with two quick kicks, taking

personal satisfaction.

Brook's laughter rang out as he watched. In one swift move, he wrapped an arm around Corrie’s waist, gripped

her chin, and planted a forceful kiss on her lips. The kiss caught Corrie off guard. She concealed her revulsion,

suppressing the disgust churning inside.

But for Brook, the kiss wasn’t enough to humiliate Jayden. He grabbed Corrie’s breast and pinched it forcefully,

drawing a cry of pain. With a sneer, Brook said, “Jayden, it must suck that your ex-girlfriend treats you like dirt.

But now you're crippled, and everything you had is mine.”

Debora shook her head at Brook, seeing how his self-esteem thrived on bullying Jayden. In her eyes, Brook was

no match for her in competitions.