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Lucky Man, Your Wife Is A Hidden Genius

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Natalie found Dominic badly wounded in the countryside. After saving him with surgery, she left unseen. Later, a family pact forced them into a 100-day marriage. Dominic searched for his savior while falling for Natalie—yet grew suspicious as her hidden identities emerged: a brilliant surgeon, a renowned professor, and a powerful CEO, each revelation stunning him deeply.

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Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Ming Yue

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound drilled into Iona Crane's skull, rhythmic and cold. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they were weighed down with lead. There was only blinding white light filtering through the slits.

Then the memories hit her. The screech of tires. Miranda's scream. The freezing water closing over her head, filling her lungs with icy fire.

She tried to move her fingers, but her body wouldn't respond. She was trapped in the dark, listening to the mechanical heartbeat of the ICU monitor.

Voices drifted in from the hallway. The door was cracked open just an inch.

"What did the doctor say?" Preston Harmon's voice was sharp, impatient. "When is she going to wake up? The Vance dinner is tonight."

Iona's chest tightened. That was her father. The man who had demanded she be perfect. The man who had dragged her from the Rust Belt to New York, only to treat her like a stray dog that had tracked mud onto his Persian carpets.

"Who knows?" Miranda Harmon's voice dripped with venom. "This Rust Belt trash always finds a way to ruin our important moments."

Iona's heart skipped a beat. The physical pain in her chest wasn't from the water in her lungs anymore. It was a sharp, twisting sensation, like a hand squeezing her organ until it threatened to pop. Ten years. Ten years of smiling, obeying, shrinking herself to fit into their world, and this was what they really thought.

"Mom, don't be mad." Veronica Harmon's sugary voice chimed in. "Maybe sis just wanted some attention."

"Veronica is right, don't stress over it." Eric Espinoza's voice followed. His tone was light, flirtatious. "You look beautiful tonight, by the way."

Iona could picture it perfectly. Eric's arm around Veronica's waist, his eyes lingering on her younger sister the way they used to look at her. A wave of nausea rolled through her stomach. It wasn't sadness. It was revulsion.

"If she's mentally unstable, we should just send her to that facility in the Hamptons." That was Caleb Harmon, her third older brother. His voice was as cold as a slab of marble. "Tell the press she needs rest."

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