Mom Forced Me To Marry A DISABLED CEO Cuz I’m SLOW, He Fell For Me & Spoiled Me Like A PRINCESS

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🇺🇸 PART 1: The Girl They Called “Too Slow”… and the Marriage That Changed Everything

Deja stood outside Mercy General Hospital, the September heat pressing down on her like an invisible weight. The world felt too loud, too fast, too sharp. Her heart beat unevenly in her chest as she watched everything unfold like a scene she wasn’t fully part of.

Her mother stood beside her—perfect posture, controlled expression, phone in hand. Michelle, her younger sister, inspected her nails with bored elegance. Neither of them looked at Deja.

“Stop fidgeting,” her mother said coldly. “You’ll wrinkle your dress.”

Deja immediately stopped. Her fingers locked together tightly, knuckles whitening. It helped. Pressure always helped.

She began counting the cracks in the sidewalk.

Then—

“The wheelchair is coming,” Michelle said, smiling.

Deja looked up.

The hospital doors slid open.

And Dave Burch appeared.

He was pushed by his mother, a woman dressed too elegantly for a hospital. Behind them, security followed like shadows.

But Deja didn’t see the luxury first.

She saw him.

Not the man from photos.

Not the billionaire heir.

But a man broken by an accident he never asked for.

His jaw was tight. His eyes were sharp, scanning everything like the world had betrayed him.

And then—he saw her.

Confusion.

Then disappointment.

Then something colder.

“What is going on here?” Dave’s voice cut through the air.

A pause.

“I thought I was supposed to marry that one,” he said, pointing at Michelle.

Deja’s stomach dropped.

Michelle looked away immediately.

And in that moment, everything changed.

Because Michelle refused.

Right there. No hesitation. No guilt.

“I’m unavailable,” she said.

And just like that, Deja became the replacement.

Mrs. Burch stepped forward smoothly, like nothing had gone wrong.

“There’s been a small change of plans.”

Dave’s voice dropped lower. “A change of plans?”

“Yes,” she said. “This is Deja.”

He looked at her.

Really looked.

And what he saw made his expression shift—not into kindness, but irritation.

She was quiet.

Too quiet.

“You haven’t said a word,” he said sharply. “Are you mute?”

“I’m not mute,” Deja replied.

“Then talk.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

That irritated him more.

And then—

Without warning, Deja glanced at him and said calmly:

“Your zipper is open.”

Silence.

A beat.

Then chaos.

Dave looked down. Panic flashed across his face. He fixed it quickly, ears burning red.

Michelle almost laughed.

Mrs. Burch looked mortified.

And Dave—Dave wheeled away without another word.

“Let’s get this over with,” he muttered.

That was how it began.

Not with romance.

Not with love.

But with humiliation, substitution, and a contract neither of them truly chose.

The Marriage Nobody Wanted

Three months later, Deja stood in a courthouse in a pale blue dress.

No wedding music.

No celebration.

Only signatures.

Dave sat in his wheelchair, expression unreadable. He didn’t look at her when he spoke his vows.

Neither did she.

When asked to kiss the bride, there was silence so heavy it felt like punishment.

Dave did not move.

Deja did not speak.

And so it ended with a handshake.

A legal agreement disguised as a marriage.

The Birch Mansion

The first time Deja entered the Birch mansion, she thought she had walked into another world.

Marble floors.

Crystal chandelier.

Staff who moved like silence was a rule.

Everything was too big.

Too expensive.

Too far from anything she understood.

“This is your room,” a housekeeper said.

Deja stared at it.

Fireplace.

Balcony.

Bed bigger than anything she had ever seen.

“It’s… too much,” she said quietly.

“That is not possible,” the housekeeper replied politely. “This is standard.”

Deja didn’t understand what standard meant here.

At dinner, everything unraveled.

Mrs. Burch spoke like a woman delivering a business report.

“I want grandchildren.”

Deja blinked.

Dave laughed bitterly. “She means now.”

Mrs. Burch didn’t deny it.

Deja processed slowly.

“So I give you a child… and then I leave?”

“Correct,” Dave said flatly.

That should have ended it.

But Deja surprised them.

“I can’t do that,” she said simply.

Mrs. Burch frowned. “Why not?”

“Because it is not correct.”

Dave exhaled sharply. “She thinks love is a requirement.”

Deja nodded. “It is.”

The room went silent.

For the first time, Dave didn’t look annoyed.

He looked… curious.

That night, he came to her room.

Not as a husband.

Not as a threat.

But as something uncertain.

“You really think that?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“That things should only happen with love?”

“Yes.”

Dave studied her for a long moment.

Then he said quietly:

“You’re the first person who’s ever said something like that like it’s obvious.”

Deja tilted her head. “Is it not obvious?”

He almost laughed.

“No,” he said. “It isn’t.”

And that was the beginning of something neither of them understood yet.

Because Deja wasn’t what they expected.

And Dave wasn’t as cold as he pretended.

🔥 ENDING TRANSITION TO PART 2

That night, something changed inside the Birch mansion.

Not loudly.

Not visibly.

But permanently.

Deja, the girl they called “too slow,” had unknowingly disrupted a system built on control and silence.

And Dave Burch—the broken CEO everyone pitied—had started doing something dangerous:

He was listening to her.

But in a house where every rule was written by his mother…

curiosity was the first step toward rebellion.

And Mrs. Burch?

She had already noticed.

She just hadn’t acted yet.

Because in the Birch family…

nothing is ever allowed to change without consequences.

And Deja’s real nightmare…

hasn’t even begun yet.