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Marrying The Comatose Billionaire For Two Million

Marrying The Comatose Billionaire For Two Million

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Chapter 1 

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vember wind. A single delivery, Upper East Side, with a tip that was more than

bit at her cheeks, but the number on the screen was a small, warm fire in her gut. This one order would cover the new medication

canopy. The doorman, draped in a coat that probably cost more than her bike, eyed her blue delivery

her stomach and held up her

e, she pulled out her phone again, her thumb hovering over Spencer's name. Just got a delivery near you. Thinking of you. She erased it. He was probably buried in textbooks

ic pulsed from behind the apartment door, along with

t no one answered. She knocked again, louder this time. Nothing. T

door open just enough to pe

ble just inside the door, snap a picture, and go. Bu

r going to get rid of that lit

photo was a permanent fixture in the city's gossip columns. The hea

cer's laugh. It wasn't his warm, private laugh, the on

t was just a bet. C

"A hundred bucks said he couldn't get the 'pure-hearted' delive

, every late-night talk, every gentle kiss-a transaction. A game. A joke.

lly kissed her? God, Spencer, who knows what

were clean, but the skin was chapped from the cold and the constant work. Shame, hot and suffocating, washed over her. S

hing wa

ing as Spencer, her Spencer, began to mimic her. He put on a serious, earnest voice, repe

oment, the heartbreak inside Ava curdled into something hard and cold. T

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Marrying The Comatose Billionaire For Two Million
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“Ava worked three grueling jobs just to cover her grandmother's medical bills. The only bright spot in her exhausting life was her wealthy, loving boyfriend, Spencer. That was until a high-paying delivery order led her straight to his penthouse. Standing outside the ajar door, she heard his friends laughing. "It was just a hundred-dollar bet to see how fast the charity case would fall for me." Spencer's cruel chuckle shattered her world. After Ava dumped her delivery order of spaghetti and wine over him and his snobby friends, their retaliation was swift. They filed a fake complaint and got her fired from her only remaining job. That same night, the hospital called. Her grandmother was in acute heart failure, needing an emergency surgery that cost more money than Ava could ever imagine. Cornered, jobless, and watching her grandmother slip away, Ava had no choice but to dig through an alley dumpster. She frantically retrieved the bizarre contract she had thrown away yesterday: an offer from Spencer's billionaire grandfather to marry his comatose heir in exchange for two million dollars and her grandmother's life. She signed her life away to the Carlisle dynasty to save the only family she had left. But when her recovering grandmother eagerly asked to meet her new fiancé, the grandfather needed a stand-in. "You will pretend to be her loving fiancé, or you are cut off from this family forever." The man forced to stand by Ava's side and pretend to be desperately in love with her was Spencer.”