Paralyzed President's Seed

Crack! Pranggg!

Glass shards scattered across the floor.

"Fiona, stop!" said the middle-aged man sternly.

"I won't stop until you take back what you said, Dad! You know, Dad, I don't like your joke!" shouted the 18-year-old girl, visibly furious. It was clear that she was seething with anger after just waking up from a beautiful dream. But when she woke up, she was faced with a nightmare.

The future Fiona had imagined would be so beautiful after graduation turned out to be a waste. She had to marry a man much older than her. She didn't even know who this man was.

"Dad can't take back what he said before. You're officially married to Mr. William Stefanus Thene. I married you both last night. Now, go to his house and live there as his wife," said Fawzi Sanjaya, Fiona's father, firmly.

"How could you marry me off to him without my consent?" Fiona screamed, her voice filled with emotion.

"I don't need your consent," Fawzi replied coldly, making Fiona's face twist in disappointment.

Fiona couldn't fathom what her father was saying. How could he marry her off without her consent? She didn't even know when he married her off last night.

Now, Fiona stood, staring at the towering mansion, probably four or five stories high, with an expanse beyond her imagination.

This was Stefanus Thene's residence.

Fiona walked gracefully, even though her appearance was far from appropriate for a young girl like her. She wore a red dress with a tie at the back of her neck, exposing her back, paired with red heels and fishnet stockings.

"Madam, the Sir is waiting for you in his room," the maid said, trying to show her the way to his room. Fiona showed no interest in responding.

She didn't know how many maids were whispering about her appearance at that moment. But she didn't care. The person who should be here was not Fiona, but Azalea Liona Fawzi. She was the one who should be in Stefanus Thene's residence. But Azalea had run away with her lover, and now it was Fiona who had to bear all the consequences. If not, her father's company would collapse. Never mind that! Forget about it. Now Fiona would carry out her plan to get the man to divorce her. The sooner, the better, right?

Brak!

Fiona kicked the door to the room she was supposed to stay in with one of her feet. With full confidence, she entered the room.

"Ah!" Fiona gasped, startled by the perfect, handsome face, like a statue with beautifully carved features, now standing not far from her.

"Oh... Baby, you're so handsome. Maybe I would be the luckiest girl in the world to marry you, if only you weren't paralyzed!" Fiona said bluntly, immediately insulting William's physical condition.

Although Fiona didn't know her husband's face, the maid had previously mentioned that her master was waiting in the room, so this man must be her husband.

Fiona was quite shocked to find that her husband was paralyzed. Now she understood why her sister had an affair and left her fiancé.

Fiona didn't know William Stefanus Thene, the man who had become her husband. Even though her sister was supposed to marry him, Fiona had never seen her future brother-in-law's face.

Fiona had just returned from Italy a few days ago, intending to attend her sister's wedding because her mother couldn't be present. After divorcing her father, her mother had chosen to settle in Italy with Fiona, while Azalea stayed in Indonesia with their father. Fiona was forced to come because her father pressured her to attend her sister's wedding. But now, Fiona was the one who had to become a replacement bride.

Fiona never imagined that she would get married at such a young age.

William looked at Fiona blankly, as if uninterested in the girl before him. The words Fiona had used to mock him seemed routine to him.

William didn't care about Fiona's inappropriate behavior, but her beautiful face managed to catch his attention. There was something stirring in his heart as he looked at Fiona's lovely face, a feeling very different from the one he had for his ex-girlfriend, Azalea. When he thought of Azalea, William's face twisted in anger, his jaw tightening visibly.

Fiona, noticing the shift in William's expression, smiled with satisfaction. She thought William was angry because of her words.

Fiona slowly walked toward William, suddenly lifting one of her legs, still in high heels, to press it against William's broad chest with full confidence.

William remained silent, not moving an inch from his wheelchair, watching his wife's actions, which were likely excessive. Although William could guess Fiona's intentions, he chose to ignore them. Fiona's behavior and bravery intrigued him.

Fiona smiled like a woman who was teasing. Even William could see Fiona's smooth thigh lifted right in front of him.

"Darling, do you want something from my body, something that will bring us both to the peak of warmth? But I don't think I'm ready for that. I'm not even finished with school, and it seems like you won't be able to do it with your paralyzed legs. Maybe one part of your body will end up like your legs!" Fiona taunted William, who only showed a blank expression.

After saying those words, Fiona quickly left the room she was supposed to share with William as his wife.

Fiona felt relieved when she was outside. "Huu... Why is he so handsome," Fiona muttered.

Fiona couldn't stop herself from complimenting William. But what she wanted right now was a divorce. No matter what, they had to separate.

"What should I do here now? I can't let that man touch me tonight," Fiona muttered as she walked through William's luxurious house.

Fiona was quite worried that William would touch her tonight. As newlyweds, everyone expected an exciting moment on their first night.

Fiona looked uneasy, not wanting her honor to be taken away by a paralyzed man. Even though William was her husband, this marriage was not her choice, and she didn't want to give him any rights.

Fiona tried to stay calm and think more clearly. It seemed unlikely that William could do such a thing because of his condition. A smile formed on Fiona's face.

Fiona continued her steps with slight confusion as she searched for her way to the balcony in William's huge house. Since it was her first time there, Fiona got lost several times and had to turn around to find the right path to the balcony, without the help of maids who passed by her a few times.

After a while, Fiona finally found the place she was looking for.

Fiona, who was on the second floor, was suddenly startled by the voice of someone behind her.

"Are you trying to charm everyone?" William's words made Fiona jump in surprise.

"What?! You scared me! What if I fell off this balcony?!" Fiona yelled loudly.

The girl was utterly shocked, as she had been trying to grab a grape hanging from a vine above the balcony. Her body couldn't reach it, so Fiona had climbed onto a chair to get to her favorite fruit. Although she had already eaten some of the grapes directly from the vine, she wanted to reach the bigger, juicier ones hanging higher up.

William paid no attention to Fiona's words. "Get down," he commanded, ordering her to step off the chair.

Earlier, William had been watching Fiona on the CCTV and was alarmed by her childish behavior. Though he knew his wife was still very young, he was genuinely concerned she might fall. Fiona, unaware she was being observed, had been sneaking around like a thief, plucking grapes from the vine and eating them without a second thought about the risk of falling.

To make matters worse, Fiona's revealing outfit could easily be seen from below by the house staff stationed around the Stefanus Thene estate. This prompted William to come and tell her to get down himself.

He could have sent a servant to scold her, but William preferred to address the matter personally.

Fiona pouted as she glanced at the grape she had almost grabbed before William startled her. Reluctantly, she began to climb down from the chair. But when she looked at the height from the balcony, her eyes widened in fear, her legs trembled, and she lost her balance.

"Ah..." Fiona screamed, closing her eyes tightly and bracing for the inevitable fall.

Thud!

Fiona fell into William's lap, where he sat in his wheelchair.

The girl kept her eyes shut, her heart pounding wildly as she felt something strange. Expecting to hit the ground, she was surprised that she didn't feel any pain.

"How long are you planning to stay on my lap?" William whispered in her ear.

Fiona froze, her body stiffening as she opened her eyes to see that she hadn't fallen onto the floor but into William's lap. Instinctively, she tried to stand, but her legs were still shaky, and she ended up falling back onto him.

William squinted, clearly displeased as her weight pressed down on him.

"Ah! Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to!" Fiona said, quickly scrambling off his lap.

William's face was cold and unwelcoming as he glared at her sharply. "Go inside," he ordered.

"Why should I go inside? Are you that eager to consummate our marriage?" Fiona teased, her tone suddenly changing. She deliberately softened her voice, making it sound seductive, like a woman trying to tempt her prey.

"Speak properly," William said sternly, ordering her to use her normal tone. When Fiona apologized earlier, her natural voice had been soft and pleasant, enough to make William's heart flutter. Apart from her pretty face, her real voice was something he found soothing-unlike the one she was using now.

"You like my voice?" Fiona asked in her natural tone, walking closer to William. When she was only two steps away, she spun around with a playful smile.

William clicked his tongue at Fiona's antics as she continued her attempts to tease him. Fiona twirled until she began to feel dizzy, intending to perform moves reminiscent of her pole-dancing workouts. However, with no pole in sight, she simply spun around as if she were dancing.

After several seductive turns, Fiona lost her balance and stumbled forward.

"Ah!"

Crash!

Fiona fell to her knees right at William's feet, her upper body leaning onto the wheelchair he was sitting on. Her face was dangerously close to another part of his body, but William quickly stopped her by holding her shoulders.

Looking up, Fiona flashed a bright smile, showing her pearly white teeth. "Hehe! Sorry, my bad! The floor is just so slippery!" she said, trying to stand up. As she placed her hand on the wheelchair to push herself up, the chair shifted slightly, causing Fiona to fall again.

William let out an irritated sigh and effortlessly lifted Fiona onto his lap despite being in a wheelchair. His strength surprised her as he carried her with ease and wheeled them both into his room.

"Ah!" Fiona gasped as William suddenly tossed her onto the bed.

"Hey! Don't be rude!" she exclaimed, pointing at him while using her other hand to shield her body.

Ignoring her words, William, who had been subjected to her antics all along, replied coldly, "Change your clothes."

"Huh? Why should I change my clothes? Are you planning to...?" Fiona trailed off, her voice playful as she struck a deliberately submissive pose to tease him. She smiled coyly, fully aware of her charm. If William weren't confined to his wheelchair, her antics might have driven him wild. However, the only reaction she got was William clenching his fists in visible annoyance.

This girl really needs to be taught a lesson, William thought grimly.

"You don't need to go through all this trouble trying to seduce me because I'm not interested," he said flatly. "Now, change your clothes. Even if I don't care for you, you shouldn't demean yourself like this," he added icily before turning and leaving the room.

"Ugh! How could he not be interested in me? Though, that works in my favor," Fiona muttered to herself. She eventually got up, changed her outfit, and went into the bathroom to enjoy a hot bath.

Half an hour later, Fiona emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed in denim shorts and a casual t-shirt.

William, who was seated at his desk working on some documents, glanced up and caught sight of Fiona walking past him. He immediately closed his files.

"Prepare some hot water for me," he said, eyes fixed on Fiona, who turned to face him.

"What? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," she replied, feigning innocence.

"You need to bathe your husband," William stated plainly.

Fiona's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. "Are you out of your mind? I'm not going to do that!" she retorted firmly, outright rejecting his request.

"You have to bathe me! You're my wife now," William replied, his tone unwavering.

Fiona rolled her eyes dramatically. "Yes, I know I'm your wife now! But being married to you doesn't mean I have to comply with all your bizarre demands," she said sarcastically.

"This isn't some bizarre request; it's your responsibility as my wife. Now, prepare the hot water," he insisted.

"Hah! No, I don't want to bathe you. You're not a baby, so why should I bathe you? And you're not a corpse either!" exclaimed Fiona, immediately covering her mouth as she looked at William, whose expression darkened.

"Oops!"

'Oh my God, Fiona, why did you call him a corpse? Look at his gaze, it's like he wants to devour you,' Fiona thought to herself.

"What did you just say? Come here!" William ordered, motioning for her to approach.

"Uh... nothing, I didn't say anything! If you want a bath, I'll call one of your maids," Fiona said, trying to walk away to find a maid, but William stopped her in her tracks.

"Come here now!" William's voice was growing angrier.

"I'm sorry, baby! My stomach isn't cooperating right now; I'm hungry and need to go eat," Fiona lied to avoid William, as there was no way she would bathe the man.

Fiona felt anxious. She didn't want any of this to happen-it would be utterly ridiculous if she went through with it.

She decided to leave William's room, but a loud voice startled her.

"Fiona!" William called out sharply as he saw her trying to leave.

Fiona hadn't expected William to learn her name so quickly.

Standing with her back to him, Fiona clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath, and turned around, forcing a smile that revealed her white teeth.

"Yes, what is it? So, you already know my name," Fiona said, taking a hesitant step closer to William.

"Come here now, or in minutes, your father's company will suffer losses!" William threatened. Fiona frowned, her face showing displeasure at his words.

"Oh, baby, why are you so cruel to your own father-in-law? You don't have to do that. I'll come to you right now," Fiona said, taking a few more steps toward William until she was only a few steps away from him.

Clicking his tongue in irritation, William swiftly pulled Fiona onto his lap, despite being in a wheelchair. His long arms easily grabbed Fiona, closing the distance between them.

"Hey... What are you doing?" Fiona protested, especially since they were now so close.

"Doing what newlyweds are supposed to do," William whispered, making Fiona's body stiffen instantly.

"No, no! I-I'm not ready for that yet! How about another time?" Fiona stammered, flustered by his words.

"You've been teasing me this whole time, haven't you? I thought you wanted this, so I'll do it before I take a bath. A little exercise before bathing will be good for my legs," William said, making Fiona's eyes widen.

Fiona thought hard about how to reject William's request gently. She stayed calm, not showing her fear.

'He's paralyzed, Fiona, so stay calm. He won't be able to do anything to you,' Fiona reassured herself.

"Teasing you doesn't mean I want it. Besides, I'm on my period right now. Can't I tease my own husband? If not, I'll just find another man. Anyway, this marriage isn't my choice, and I'm still too young to hear things like this from you. Now let go of me," Fiona said boldly, ignoring the change in William's expression.

She quickly stood up from his lap.

William was silent, releasing her without a word.

Before leaving, Fiona turned back. "You need to remember this! This marriage wasn't my choice. I hope you understand that. Starting tomorrow, I want to go to school. You need to take care of all my needs. And one more thing, don't restrict me too much. I don't like being told what to do by anyone, especially you, my husband. If you don't like it, then just divorce me! After all, I'm not the woman you want," Fiona declared before walking away.

*****

Fiona had just come down from the upper floor, fully dressed in her high school uniform.

William had actually listened to her demands from the previous day. He had taken care of her school transfer and ensured everything was ready for her new school.

As Fiona looked around the dining room, she didn't see any sign of William.

"Good morning, Ma'am," several maids greeted her with their heads bowed. Fiona remained silent, ignoring their greetings, and walked past them without a word.

The maids whispered quietly behind her.

"You all just love talking about others!" Fiona's remark startled them, prompting the maids to quickly apologize to her.

*****

At school, as Fiona stepped out of her car, all eyes turned toward her and the brand-new vehicle she had arrived in.

Earlier, William had arranged for a car and personal driver for Fiona, but she insisted on driving herself.

Fiona walked confidently down the school corridor, attracting gazes from all around. Her fitted uniform accentuated her figure, and her skirt was noticeably short. This was despite William instructing his assistant to buy her a slightly oversized uniform. Fiona, however, had instructed the maid to purchase a new one that suited her preferences.

Brugh!

Someone running down the corridor, chased by a friend, accidentally bumped into Fiona's shoulder, causing her to fall to the floor.

"Sorry! It was an accident," the person apologized.

Fiona glanced at the outstretched hand offering to help her up but chose to stand on her own and walked away without a word.

After the accidental encounter in the corridor, Fiona dusted herself off and confidently made her way to her new class. As she stepped inside, all eyes turned toward her.

With poise and boldness, Fiona stood at the front of the class.

"Please introduce yourself to your new classmates," the teacher said, prompting Fiona to introduce herself.

"My name is Fiona Isabella Fawzi. Just call me Fiona," she said in a voice that exuded arrogance.

Some students nodded in acknowledgment, while others exchanged curious or judgmental whispers, noting Fiona's expensive attire. From her branded watch and bag to her limited-edition shoes, everything about her screamed exclusivity.

"Fiona, please sit next to Adelia," the teacher instructed, pointing to an empty seat beside a girl who looked excited to have Fiona as her seatmate.

As Fiona took her seat, a few classmates approached her, introducing themselves one by one.

"My name is Adelia Kristiana Putri. Just call me Adel," Adelia said warmly.

"I already know," Fiona replied curtly, shaking hands with another student seated in front.

"I'm Maya Sadega. You can call me May or Maya, whichever you prefer!" Maya said cheerfully before adding, "And this is Azka. Or should I say Zaskia, haha..."

Azka playfully smacked Maya on the head.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Maya exclaimed, attempting to retaliate.

Fiona shook her head slightly at their antics when her phone vibrated, startling her.

She frowned as she read a message from an unknown number:

"During the break, someone will come to pick you up."

The message left Fiona surprised, but before she could react, Adel gently nudged her arm.

"Don't use your phone during class, or the teacher will confiscate it," Adel whispered, warning Fiona about the school rules.

When the break time arrived, several men dressed in all-black suits and wearing dark sunglasses that concealed their eyes arrived at the school, sparking curiosity throughout the school about the six men walking through the corridor toward Fiona's new classroom.

Some students from other classes secretly followed them from behind, whispering to each other.

Inside the classroom, Fiona, who was listening to Maya's story along with Adel, was startled to see the arrival of the six men who lined up neatly beside her desk.

Maya and Adel looked frightened upon seeing the men, especially because of their large and imposing physiques.

"Good afternoon, young madam," one of the six men said to Fiona.

"What?!" the girls exclaimed in unison, exchanging puzzled glances.