The Unwanted Wife's Secret Genius Identity

Chapter 5

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inside. Alex stood there, glaring at C

His blind eyes stared straight ahead, but his hea

dy to tremble. She took

untry accent. "I was just looking for the kitchen t

p cotton sweatpants and her hunch

ng breath. "Pathetic," he sp

d down and hurried pas

the motion of her body pushed a small

flared. His head

rp, sterile bite of medical alcohol. It was the exact same s

h the memory of the d

round Catherine's wri

al force nearly pulled her down onto his l

he side of his chair. He buried his face near the croo

ieked, struggling against his grip,

rward. "Sir, ma

free hand, silenc

jun demanded, his voice a lethal

raced. She need

her eyes. "I was cleaning the bathroom in the guest room and knocked the bott

as sound. A thunderstorm was curre

let go. Instead, his large hand sli

r hip. He had felt it in the dark last night.

shed the hem

clutching her stomach, and dropped to her knees on th

in the empty air. "What kind

on the floor, shivering. She bit he

e thick with fake humiliation and pain. "The cram

a physical blow. His fa

s a wildfire of heat and slick readiness. She was absolutely,

scent trail. He filed the data point away, a dissonant note in a growing symphony of questions about her. A wa

his voice dripping with revulsion

and rolled back into the study

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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.”