The Unwanted Wife's Secret Genius Identity

Chapter 7

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d the kitchen. She stared at

d unyielding. "But I am afraid the heat of the coffee might further activate the cheap, synthetic base notes of your pe

a's jaw

ring a discontinued batch. The top notes of bergamot have already oxidized, leavin

nt, ugly red. Her pride was shre

ieked. She raised her hand high, aiming

weeping block. As Cassandra's arm came down, Catherine's knuck

ly numb. She lost her balance on her stilettos

cup hovering near his lips. His head turned

s streaming down her face. "Arjun! Sh

p to the saucer. A dark, cr

Arjun said, his voice dropping to a freezi

rrified. She scrambled off the floo

t. The living room fell int

lders. She hunched her back and looked

r a country girl," Arjun said. His voic

ch a lot of perfume commercials on the TV, sir," she stammered in

didn't believe her, but he d

me to the greenhouse. I need to get th

dles of the wheelchair and pushed him down the hall into th

r of the greenhouse

Arjun

could step back, Arjun reached back and

ave any power here," Arjun whispered. "This marriage is a

"If I am so useless," she asked quietly

e answer. He didn't know why the faint

lently. "Because you are t

ors of the greenhouse burst open. Arthur r

medical database. We are under a massive

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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.”