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Waking Up My Comatose Tycoon Husband

Waking Up My Comatose Tycoon Husband

My adoptive father forced me to sign a marriage agreement with a comatose billionaire just to keep my grandmother's life support running. The Sinclair family looked down on my humble background, shoving me into a dusty closet while my new husband, Hadley, lay in an opulent medical shrine. I thought I was just a cheap pawn in a wealthy family's superstitious bid to wake their phantom heir. But then my underground contact sent me a message. The Sinclairs were the ones who stole my antique locket—the only clue to my true identity—just to cut off my funds and force me into this trap. Worse, while bathing my "vegetative" husband, I noticed a subtle blue tint on his nail beds and a dangerously slow pulse. He wasn't just in a coma from a car crash. Someone in this sprawling mansion was actively, slowly poisoning him with a neurotoxin. Why did they steal my past to drag me here, only to murder the man I was supposed to save? What dark secret was this powerful family hiding? I didn't know the answers yet, but I was done being their helpless victim. I calmly ground up a homemade antidote from the kitchen herbs. "I'm going to wake you up," I whispered, slipping the paste into his mouth. Little did I know, the comatose man I was trying to save was fully conscious, coldly analyzing my every move. But it didn't matter. I would cure this billionaire, take control of his fortune, and burn everyone who had wronged me to the ground, piece by piece.
Hiding My Son From His Billionaire Father

Hiding My Son From His Billionaire Father

In the glitzy world of showbiz, Eliza's life was a whirlwind of performances and clandestine adventures. When she found herself locking lips with the groom at a gig, little did she know it would set off a chain of events that would redefine her destiny. Months later, consumed by thoughts of Eliza, Mason, the enigmatic groom, tracked her down. Their reunion crackled with tension, igniting a flame neither could deny. In a famous bar, amidst the cheers of her troupe, Eliza felt the weight of Mason's gaze, a magnetic pull that left her breathless. But fate had more in store. A spiked drink, an irresistible allure, and a night of passion that blurred the lines between desire and destiny. The morning after brought a harsh awakening, with Eliza recoiling from the consequences of their tryst, determined to maintain her independence. Yet, fate's hand was not easily evaded. A pregnancy test revealed a new twist in the tale, setting off a chain reaction of familial intervention and unwanted arrangements. Eliza's resolve to defy convention clashed with the looming shadow of a billionaire suitor, whose presence threatened to unravel her carefully crafted escape. In a world where love and ambition collide, Eliza must navigate treacherous waters to reclaim control of her destiny. Will she succumb to the pressures of society, or will she forge her own path, defying expectations at every turn? The stage is set for a drama unlike any other, where passion, power, and fate converge in a battle for the heart and soul of one woman determined to chart her own course.
SWEET REVENGE (He Betrayed Me, Now He Must Pay )

SWEET REVENGE (He Betrayed Me, Now He Must Pay )

"Stop this God forsaken wedding!!" I boom, my voice resonating through the halls of the church. Murmurs fill the air as eyes turn to me, dressed in nothing but rags. My grip tightens on the bat in my right hand. How dare they? How dare he? My eyes burn as I match forward, my body trembling with rage. "Clara, what–" His words are barely out before I send my hand forward, swinging the bat at him. Thick red blood spurts out as screams fill the air. ~~~~~ Clara Anthony thought it was love when she took the fall for a theft her husband committed just a few weeks after she gave birth. Thought she was doing the right thing for him, for them, but she was wrong because on the day she came out three years later, she found out he was getting married to her best friend of ten years. Her whole world shatters as she watches her best friend take her life, her husband, and her daughter. Left with nothing but pain and a deep ache for revenge. She teams up with the one person she swore never to look at again, the one person everyone thought was dead. Spencer Anthony, twin to her husband and her first love, the same man who left her without a word. Now he is back from the dead, not as the same man she once knew, but a cold, heartless mafia man who wants nothing but destruction. As Spencer offers her a chance to reclaim her life and daughter. Filled with nothing but hate, she takes up the offer, determined to make everyone pay. But what she didn't know when going close to Spencer was that when dining with the devil, you use a long spoon.
My Comatose CEO Wife

My Comatose CEO Wife

I signed a contract to marry a comatose billionaire. It was just business-a way to save my parents from crushing medical debt. I was a broke musician, she was a famous Silicon Valley CEO, and my job was simple: act like a devoted husband while she was unconscious. But then, a voice started talking in my head. "Ugh, this Jell-O tastes like sadness." It was her. Victoria. The woman everyone thought was brain-dead was fully conscious inside, and I was the only one who could hear her. Suddenly, my life became a bizarre performance. I was trapped, not just by the contract, but by her relentless, snarky inner monologue. I acted out her hidden desires-eating tacos by her bedside, arguing about bad rom-coms-all while the world hailed me as the ultimate devoted husband. The fame exploded, her company's stock soared, and everyone believed the fairy tale. Except me. And her, the voice in my head. But just as our bizarre connection deepened, just as I started to fall for the real, hidden Tori, she woke up. And she believed the worst. She saw me in a staged embrace with another woman, heard whispers of my "devotion" while she was unconscious, and instantly branded me a perverted gold-digger. After weeks of sharing her innermost thoughts, after hearing her true self, how could she believe I was the villain? I wasn't just some broke musician anymore. I was the only person who truly knew Victoria Blackwood. So, standing there, accused and disgraced, I had a choice: walk away with the money, or fight for the woman whose voice had haunted my dreams. I chose to expose every secret, every quirk, every vulnerability she thought only she knew, hoping she'd finally see the real me. And the truth.