Married To The Fake Comatose Billionaire

Chapter 3

Word Count: 850 | Released on: 09/05/2026

ive, baroque-style fountain. Water cascaded ove

oor open. She stepped out, her cheap canva

e. The anger on their faces vanished, instantly r

marble steps. They entered a foyer with ceilings so high it made t

f the sweeping grand stai

ite hair was pulled back into a severe knot. Her ey

entirely. They lo

ver handle of her cane. She descended the stair

hand, his smile stretching his cheeks

t him. The draft of her m

died Justice's face, her eyes tracing th

er voice was raspy, carrying the weig

bobbing. He grabbed Meredith's arm an

down a long, dimly lit cor

r. A red laser swept across Eleonora's eye

ooked like a top-tier ICU, sterile and bright.

ard the bed in the

culpted, flawless, and pale. An oxygen mask covered his nose

ide of the bed. Her eyes

sure: 110/70. Brain waves:

d. The intervals between the heartbeats were too perfect. The respiratory rate had a

s fak

Auguste's face. She t

slammed hard into the metal ca

k echoed in th

ils beneath the thin skin of his closed lids underwent a microscopic contraction, a pure, uncontrollable physiological

shed against the back of Auguste's ha

b of muscle between his thumb and index finger-the Hegu acupoint. She

Instead of a violent jerk, the subcutaneous muscle tissue near the acupoint underwent a rapid, almost invisi

ed her cane. It hit the flo

ds flying to her chest.

o the monitor. "Neurological reflex," the doctor brea

's hand, her fingers digging into Justice's

hest heaving. "You are the mi

ocked so tight his teeth ached. He wante

ar-stained face, then down at t

over and squeezed Eleon

w," Justice

r eyes with a lace handkerchief, a young fo

the same one that had been retrieved from the trun

rters. The footman caught the butler's eye and gave a slight nod, indicating the ite

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Married To The Fake Comatose Billionaire

Mischa Taube Modern

“Justice was dragged back from the slums by her biological father, only to be sold off to the billionaire Aguirre family. Her purpose was simple: marry their comatose heir to secure a three-hundred-million-dollar lifeline for his company. Her stepmother and stepsister sneered at her cheap canvas shoes, treating her like a contagious disease. "A high school dropout from the slums marrying a billionaire? It's a miracle your trashy bloodline is getting anywhere near the estate," her stepsister Emery mocked. At the sprawling estate, the "comatose" heir, Auguste, was secretly conscious. Disgusted by his new bride, he orchestrated her enrollment at an elite prep school, hoping the ruthless rich kids would break her. On her very first day, Emery ambushed her, loudly broadcasting Justice's "dropout" status to the entire classroom and turning her into an instant social pariah. The teachers tried to humiliate her with impossible calculus, and the students treated her like garbage. They all thought she was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. They had no idea that her "dropout" file was a manufactured ghost, or that the Aguirre family's top intelligence network had just hit a military-grade firewall trying to look into her past. Justice didn't panic. She flawlessly solved the university-level equation on the board, then walked into the cafeteria and looked right at Emery. "She has no Barnes blood. She is a squatter living in my father's house." With three casual sentences, Justice completely incinerated her stepsister's elite life. The billionaire heir wanted to play games? She was about to show them all what a real monster looked like.”