The Unwanted Wife's Secret Genius Identity

Chapter 3

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opened. An older man in a pristine t

ored the filth around him. He walked straig

ur said, his voice

reedy smiles, trying to shake Arthur's hand. Two massive bod

r door. She turned around and stared dead

Catherine said. Her voice was low,

ugh. "It's in the bank vault, swee

anvas backpack. She pulled out a t

Jenna hid." "These are the offshore routing numbers for Jenna's tax fraud over the last three years," Catherine said, her

ind Brenda, screaming that

ge. She raised her hand and swung

ght Brenda's wrist in mid-air. Her thumb pressed br

d scream. The bones in her w

eyes tracked Catherine's movement. A flicker of su

atherine's eyes and knew she was not bluffing.

tching a yellowed parchment document. H

father's signature. It was authentic. She folded it car

e tax documents into tiny shreds and let

o had tormented her for years, Cather

red door open. She slid in

the screaming from the trailer park. The in

ay, speeding toward t

ck, leather-bound b

vioral protocols,

printed in bold red ink: Absolutely no perfumes,

eracusis and olfactory sensitivity. Classic sym

e private underground garage of a heavily

shot them directl

. Everything was black, white, and steel. It looked

allway and stopped in front

mood today," Arthur warne

rabbed the cold metal handle a

s the thick wool carpet. A man sat with his back to her,

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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.”