The Unwanted Wife's Secret Genius Identity

Chapter 4

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way. The dim light of the bedroom

slowly rotated the joystick on hi

lungs stop

ble, ruined by a permanent scowl. And his ey

arp cedar mixed with the sterile bite of medical alcohol. It was the exact sam

cal husband her family had sold her to was the exact sam

backward. The heel of her cheap shoe scraped again

ward the sound. The mus

. His voice was a low, vibrating growl that scraped

her ribs. If he realized she was the woman from the safe room, his

her vocal cords, forcing a high-pitch

ered, making herself sound utterly pat

isgust. The sound of her fake, gra

"Go to the guest room. D

und and practicall

hall. The moment the door clicked shut, Catherine slumped

Her medical brain kicked in. The physical counter-measures she took last night kept him

now where that

oft, silent cotton sweatpants. She slipped out of

sed the heavy oak doors of the study, she he

at against the wall, me

ve assistant, Alex Ston

Alex said. "Wiped clean by a military-grad

out a slow,

his wedged between the mattress an

e crinkle of a pla

o me," Arj

His long fingers traced the metal object. He rubbed his

St. Christo

s voice thick with a dark, obsessive intensity. "Turn

ated. Cold sweat broke

elbow brushed a heavy brass decorative

d clinked sharply aga

de the study in

. The violent hum of his wheelch

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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.”