The Broken CEO's Healing Bride

Lucy Taylor adjusted her coat as the cold wind of New York whipped across her face. The large, marble steps leading up to Ashcroft Enterprises were as intimidating as the man she was about to meet.

"Are you sure about this, Lucy?" Jackson Taylor, her father, asked for the hundredth time.

Lucy gave him a quick nod, though her heart was sinking with every step closer to the towering building. "I don't have much choice, Dad. We need this."

Jackson's face was worn with guilt. "I should have managed things better."

"No, Dad. It's not your fault," Lucy reassured him. "Isabel... she..."

She trailed off, the reminder of her stepsister's greed choking her words. Isabel had backed out of the arranged marriage at the last minute when she discovered that the young billionaire CEO, William Ashcroft, was bound to a wheelchair. Now, the burden fell to Lucy.

Lucy didn't want to be here. She wasn't prepared to be anyone's wife, let alone William's. But after Isabel's refusal, William had given them an ultimatum: either one of the Carson sisters married him, or he'd make sure their father's business collapsed entirely.

The deal was too good for her family to pass up-and too awful for Lucy to ignore.

"Just go in and be yourself," Jackson encouraged. "This isn't about you. It's about the family."

Lucy nodded again, though doubt gnawed at her. She wasn't sure she could do this. But her father's hopeful expression gave her the push she needed. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside the towering skyscraper, feeling like she was walking into a lion's den.

The elevator ride to the top floor was long, giving her too much time to second-guess herself. She could still back out. She could run. But where would that leave her family? She straightened her back, reminding herself of the task at hand.

As the elevator doors slid open, she was greeted by the sight of a vast office with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. And there, in the center of it all, sat William Ashcroft.

The first thing she noticed was his eyes-cold, piercing blue that seemed to see straight through her. He was even more handsome in person than the pictures in the magazines had suggested. His brown hair was neatly styled, and he exuded power even while seated in a wheelchair.

"So," William said without preamble, "you're the replacement."

Lucy flinched slightly at the bluntness of his words but quickly recovered. "I suppose I am."

He raised an eyebrow. "You don't sound very enthusiastic."

"I didn't come here for myself," Lucy replied, her voice steady. "I came for my family."

There was a long pause as William studied her. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything immediately. Finally, he spoke again, his tone clipped. "I'm not interested in love. I assume you know that."

Lucy nodded. "I understand."

"Good." He leaned back in his chair, looking almost bored. "This is a marriage of convenience, nothing more. You do