My Forced Marriage To A Coma Knight

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n in a coma for five years. It was a sacrifice to save our

stealing a family heirloom. My parents, who had always favore

hood sweetheart looked away. They had already pushed me down the stairs and left me for

ecret. I had been recordi

ed, "You want the truth? Let's hear it then

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the crushing weight of their expectations. "I will do it," I said, my voice barely a whisper, a strange echo in the opulent Bos

ng, you're so brave. It's for the best, you know." Her eyes, however, darted nervousl

my childhood sweetheart, shifted uncomfortably on the velvet couch besi

family's legacy. You understand, don't you? Kayson's family will appreciate you

nderstand. Th

tangled in secrets and puppy love, chasing fireflies in the sprawling garden. My brother, Colbert, alw

s, in their infinite wisdom, had arranged a marriage to merge our empires. The Spence and Knight families, uni

marry, became a phantom. My parents, riddled with guilt, couldn't bear to send their "cherished

here to go. They adopted her, showered her with affection, groomed her to be the substitute br

ce), turned into an endless well of overcompensation for Josie. Lavish gifts, endless praise, every whim indulged. Slowly, subtly, I was pushed to the side. Josie, with h

raised her for being "so weak," praised me for my "sisterly love." I remember the

y. My brother and Addison, desperate to appease her, had found me on the grand staircase. "Just tell her you

ing," I said, my voice

d closer. "Just apologize, El. It's always you.

whispered, tears

didn't matter. I tumbled down the stairs, a sickening crack echoing in the silent house as my head hit the polis

d the fog. "Oh, Eleanore, what have

osie. "Don't worry, Josie," he said, his voice fla

out his phone. "Josie's worried sick, she

ad usurped my life. As consciousness slipped away, a chilling clarity pierced through the pain. This wa