Chapter 3.When life throws Lemons at you.

CHAPTER 3

WHEN LIFE THROWS LEMONS AT YOU…..

It took what felt like forever for Luca to open his eyes after being intoxicated for over six hours. He slowly blinked his hazel eyes open and let out a loud yawn. He was finally feeling comfortable.

He turned around on the large bed, and his hands touched bare skin, causing his brows to furrow in confusion.

Where was he?

He looked around, and his heart nearly plummeted into his chest. The room was well-furnished with beautiful chandeliers and painted purple walls. From the shoes and bags hanging over the closet, he could tell it was a feminine room.

But how did he get here?

"Who are you?!" came the question, snapping Luca out of his daze. He looked over to see who was lying next to him.

The voice was cold, devoid of any surprise, which surprised Luca even more. He couldn't understand how he ended up in such a lavish room, and little did he know, he was completely naked!

"How did I get here?" he asked the beautiful lady lying on the bed, seemingly unfazed.

"Who are you?"

He quickly pulled the sheets off his body and prepared to rush out, only to realize, oops! He was naked!

Luca stood there, half-naked and dumbfounded, watching the unfolding drama. He couldn't understand what was really happening.

Sara pleaded quickly, "Grandpa, please let him go. He has..." 

Her voice wasn't as authoritative as it had been in the club just a few hours ago, nor as cold as it was when she spoke to Luca a few minutes ago. It now had a slightly childish tone, filled with pity.

Luca turned quickly and snapped, "What are you saying? How did I get here?"

"Man up and help your wife up, and stop being a weakling!" Bruce commanded with a smirk on his face.

Help his wife up? Luca was shocked to the core! What did they mean by wife? And what the fuck did they mean by "help her up"? Doesn't she have legs?

He felt like he was daydreaming. The last thing he remembered was getting beaten up by Owen's men and going to his former workplace to drink himself into a stupor, rather than going to the club to strip as usual. So how did he end up here? That was a question he was willing to break a neck to get the answer to.

Sara looked up at her grandpa with feigned surprise. "Grandpa, what do you mean?”

"Dress up and take your husband to do a court marriage with you. He can't be using you and expect another man to come and marry you. No one plays with anyone from the Edward family. Crippled or not!" Bruce shouted.

Luca's face turned grim when he heard the word "crippled!"

Was Sara really crippled?

Luca looked up at the man. He had rugged features, and from his appearance, Luca could tell he was extremely wealthy. The Edward family was known as one of the wealthiest families in the state. Everyone knew they were rich, but there was one thing missing.

There was no heir.

They had five beautiful princesses, and every eligible suitor desired to marry into the family due to the advantages it would bring. But for Luca, it was different. He didn't even know who she was, despite being one of her staff members at the club. All he knew was that he worked and got paid. He had never even seen Sara around the club.

"Mum, this can't happen! He's just a stripper I paid to satisfy me. I cannot marry this pauper!" Sara pleaded in a croaked voice.

Avery laughed. "Well, what's the difference, honey? Marry him so he can keep satisfying you all the days of your life."

She turned to leave but then stopped and looked at her daughter. "Come to think of it, who would marry a crippled woman? Well, a lot of men would marry you, but you've declined all potential suitors. So, Sara dear, you'll have to marry your human dildo."

Luca raised an eyebrow at the woman. He didn't like the way she addressed her daughter. Of course, it wasn't her fault that she was crippled, and all men wanted,was to marry her for their own gain, given her influential family. But was he any different?

Sara watched her parents and bodyguards leave, slamming the door behind them. To them, they were punishing her by making her marry a mere stripper, since she had been refusing suitors who were all vying for the position of heir to the Edward empire. But life was filled with ironic twists.

Sara's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. She had played her game well, and now she had chosen a pauper who would bow to her every word at the snap of her fingers, while securing her rightful position as the heir.

Luca regarded Sara for a brief moment. It felt as if a lump had formed in his throat, and he struggled to find coherent words to say to her. He had so much to ask: how he got there, who she was, and why she wanted to marry him. He could easily read people, and he sensed that she was pretending. But why?

Sara looked at Luca. "That's the bathroom over there. You can go ahead and freshen up while they get you new clothes."

Luca scoffed slightly. "New clothes? What about my old clothes?"

"You can wear those rags. You're now a son-in-law of the Edward family!" she responded rudely.

Luca didn't bother to say a word. He was already going through a lot, and arguing with her wasn't the best idea. He started to walk further, but then stopped halfway, dropping the clothes and allowing his dick to dangle freely.

"Aren't you crippled? How will you get down if I leave you for the bathroom?" he asked, concern etched across his face.

Sara rolled her eyes. She forgot that she had to maintain the pretense of being crippled within the Edward family. She pointed at her wheelchair and gestured for him to bring it. Within a few seconds, Luca arranged the wheelchair and helped her comfortably into it before dashing into the bathroom to take his bath.

About thirty minutes had passed, and Luca was now seated on one of the couches inside Sara's room. He couldn't ignore the throbbing pain in his jaw and nose from where Owen's men had punched him.

"Madam, your car is ready," one of the maids opened the door and announced.

She moved towards where Sara was and prepared to push her wheelchair, but Luca interrupted. "Don't worry, I'll push her."

"Playing the good husband won't make me see you as one, so stop the act!" Sara frowned.

Luca felt a sharp, stabbing sensation as if a knife were piercing through him. He had hoped that Sara would be different, but it seemed like she wasn't. He had misjudged everything. He helped her into the car, a Rolls Royce.

"Come in!" she snapped when Luca didn't get in.

"You've already ruined my life. Now you need to own up to it and act smart!" Sara scowled before instructing the driver to move. Luca looked at her with disdain. It was the other way around. She had set him up to be her husband, but for what reason?