Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire-Chapter 308: Our Little Paradise

Michael did as she asked, wheeling Rain outside to the balcony himself. Rain bit her lower lip as she scanned her surroundings. It was clear they were at his private mansion, and she suspected the island itself was his personal property. Her sharp eyes caught the movement of armed guards stationed everywhere.

’The security is tight,’ she thought, keeping her expression neutral.

"Aren’t you supposed to be crippled?" she asked bluntly as he moved to sit on a chair beside her, angling himself to study her face.

He chuckled, leaning back casually. "Well, as you can see, I’m perfectly capable of walking. You don’t need to worry. I perform just fine in bed, too."

Rain wanted to vomit or maybe even poke him in his smug face, but she kept her composure. "You said I could talk to my father," she reminded him sharply.

"Oh, right. That slipped my mind," Michael replied with an exaggerated snap of his fingers. He pulled out his phone, made a call, and then held it to her ear. "Here. Talk to him as much as you want."

"Hello, Rain? How are you feeling?" Tim’s voice came through the line, and Rain felt her stomach churn. Her suspicions were confirmed. Her father had played a role in her abduction.

"I can’t remember anything," she said, her voice trembling as she kept up the pretense. "Take me back! I didn’t agree to this!"

"Just stay there and live a quiet life with Michael. Try to please him... you’ll stay alive that way." Her heart ached as the words spilled out, not because they were untrue, but because the betrayal cut so deeply. She swallowed the lump in her throat, unable to keep the bitterness from her next question. "Do you hate me this much?" she asked, the hurt in her voice genuine.

Her father sighed on the other end of the line. "He suspects you’re faking the memory loss, but whether you are or not, it’s better for everyone if you obey him. Protect our family by staying by his side."

The line went dead, and Rain’s hand clenched the armrest of her wheelchair. Silence stretched between her and Michael until he finally pulled the phone away from her ear and checked the screen. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Well, that’s that," he said cheerfully. "Now that you’ve confirmed your father sold you to me, how about we start playing husband and wife?" His grin was laced with excitement that made her skin crawl.

Rain met his gaze with a mocking smile. "Do you really think I can do that when I’m still recovering?" she countered. Her leg throbbed under the bandage from the minor surgery she’d undergone, and she knew it would be at least three days before she could walk on it again.

For now, she’d have to rely on her wits to stay ahead of him.

Michael crouched in front of her, his grin turning devious as his eyes drifted to her legs. Slowly, he slipped a hand under her gown, lifting the hem higher until he reached the bandaged area.

"Are you really that desperate to touch me, even when I’m like this?" she asked with a sharp frown.

His face darkened briefly before she added firmly, "I don’t tolerate men who force themselves on others. If this so-called relationship is unavoidable, fine. But if you want me to treat you with any respect, then you’ll have to learn to wait and to respect me."

Her boldness seemed to take him off guard, and his mood shifted slightly. "You’re still Rain," he muttered, almost to himself. "But I don’t know how much longer I can wait."

Rain took a deep breath, keeping her voice steady. "Why did you bring me here? What do you really want from me?"

Michael seemed ready to answer, but she cut him off. "And don’t give me vague nonsense. You still haven’t told me what happened or why I’m in this condition."

He sighed dramatically, raking a hand through his hair. "I told you already. I brought you here for our honeymoon. There’s no one to bother us, no distractions. Just you and me. Isn’t that perfect?" His grin returned, chilling her to her core.

Rain’s jaw tightened as she absorbed his words. Michael’s unhinged behavior was becoming more apparent with each passing moment, and it took everything in her not to lash out. She gripped the wheelchair’s arms, her nails digging into the leather as she tried to maintain her composure.

"Honeymoon, you say," she replied, her voice low and steady. "And what makes you think I’d ever agree to that?"

Michael chuckled, a sinister glint in his eyes as he leaned closer. "Agree? Oh, my dear Rain, you don’t have to agree. You’re mine now. Your father made sure of it. There’s no one coming to save you. No one to take you away from me. This island is our little paradise, and no one escapes paradise."

Rain’s stomach churned at his words, but she masked her horror with a blank stare. "If this is paradise, then why does it feel like a prison?" she shot back, her sharp tone slicing through the tension. "Or do you think locking someone up and forcing them to play house is romantic?"

Michael’s grin faltered for a moment, and she could see the flicker of anger in his eyes. But just as quickly, his expression softened into that unsettling smile. "Rain, Rain, Rain," he drawled, his voice dripping with false affection. "You’ll come to see things my way soon enough.."

She leaned back in the wheelchair, forcing herself to look unbothered. "If you think that breaking me will make me like you, then you truly don’t understand who I am," she said coldly.

His grin widened, almost as if her defiance thrilled him. "That’s what I love about you. You’re a challenge. But don’t worry," he said, rising to his feet and brushing off his pants. "I have all the time in the world to make you mine."