The Unwanted Wife's Secret Genius Identity

Chapter 2

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rine's skin as she stepped o

the dilapidated trailer park in upstate New York. Her spine curved, her shoulders

mily's trailer, she heard her adoptive father, Dale

r open. The stench of stale beer

painting her nails a garish pink. Brenda looked up, her e

t sequined top, walked out of

og dragging herself

urned his red, furious face toward Catherine. He announced that the family's

She turned toward the tiny stor

he slapped a thick stack of legal docum

ked down. The top sheet bore the official seal of the New

line. Next to it was a name she h

legal proxy," Dale said, a greas

re," Jenna chimed in, laughing. "A com

t. The clauses were brutal. She was a biological asset, a t

en-million-dollar dowry t

fingers dug into the crisp white pa

nda hissed, leaning close, "we sell your grandfat

rove through Catherine's chest. That land was her only

swallowed the urge to snap Brenda's ne

reclusive billionaire might be the

nd vacant. She nodded slowly, pl

filth off her body and put on something d

e flimsy door. She stared at the mirror. Faint red mar

stood under the icy spray, scrubbing her skin raw

h her neck. Her finge

stopher medal was gone. It had to be in that saf

thin towel around her waist. Jenna had throw

head. She made sure she looked exactly like the

rumble shook the thin

ddy dirt patch outside. The neighbors peeked throug

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The Unwanted Wife's Secret Genius Identity

Michelle Romance

“I saved a poisoned, blind man in a dark hotel room, only to be forced by my abusive adoptive family into an arranged marriage the very next day to pay off their massive debts. The ruthless, crippled billionaire I was sold to turned out to be the exact same man I had saved the night before. To protect my grandfather's land, I had to hide my true identity as a top-tier neurosurgeon and hacker. I wore cheap clothes and played the role of a pathetic, stuttering country girl. He was thoroughly disgusted by my fake persona, treating me like trash and ordering me out of his sight. Worse, he was obsessively tearing the city apart to hunt down the "mysterious woman" from that night, holding my lost St. Christopher medal as a deadly bounty. "Find the owner of this medal, whatever it takes." I was trapped in his penthouse, enduring his cruel insults while dodging his paranoid grasp every time he caught a familiar scent on my skin. But the real shock came when I hacked his private servers. His blindness wasn't permanent. His own trusted medical team was deliberately feeding him a false diagnosis to keep him disabled and vulnerable. Why was someone trying to destroy him from the inside? I decided not to run. Instead, I locked my guest room door, booted up my encrypted laptop, and began synthesizing the cure to restore my tyrant husband's vision right under his nose.”