Waking Up My Comatose Tycoon Husband

Chapter 7

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mahogany and smelled of old books and power. He sat behind his massive desk, his face carved from granite. Vi

have indulged your presence in this house for five years o

"You will move out of the main estate and in

fied. "Theodore!

e steel. "And his wife will now be the mistress of it. You ha

ia, who met her gaze with an expressio

dy to begin her exile, her reign over t

he staff now answers to you. Mr. Hayes wi

to take a more active role in Hadley's personal care immediately." She paused, adding with a

early pleased by this show of

eparing the supplies for a bed bath. His demeanor was pr

g up the sleeves of her simple blouse

. Sinclair, it is a diffic

r argument. Her true motive had nothing to do with wifely duty. She needed unrestricted access to Hadle

d themselves on opposite

e," Aria instructed.

weight onto his side. Just as he was balanced

ed out, as if

tally" let h

ly into the firm mattress wi

f agony and pure, unadulterated rage. His nose felt

or. "Mrs. Sinclair! My g

er of a smirk touching her lips before she quickly

too hard. "He's a strong one, isn

ng to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't you worry

was a study in c

e added the finishing touch. "I even kn

eping girl he had seen in the hallway to this crude, slightly terrifying wo

llion. The threat, however she meant

a manipulator. She was a barbaria

ch a potent combination of fury and, terr

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“My adoptive father forced me to sign a marriage agreement with a comatose billionaire just to keep my grandmother's life support running. The Sinclair family looked down on my humble background, shoving me into a dusty closet while my new husband, Hadley, lay in an opulent medical shrine. I thought I was just a cheap pawn in a wealthy family's superstitious bid to wake their phantom heir. But then my underground contact sent me a message. The Sinclairs were the ones who stole my antique locket-the only clue to my true identity-just to cut off my funds and force me into this trap. Worse, while bathing my "vegetative" husband, I noticed a subtle blue tint on his nail beds and a dangerously slow pulse. He wasn't just in a coma from a car crash. Someone in this sprawling mansion was actively, slowly poisoning him with a neurotoxin. Why did they steal my past to drag me here, only to murder the man I was supposed to save? What dark secret was this powerful family hiding? I didn't know the answers yet, but I was done being their helpless victim. I calmly ground up a homemade antidote from the kitchen herbs. "I'm going to wake you up," I whispered, slipping the paste into his mouth. Little did I know, the comatose man I was trying to save was fully conscious, coldly analyzing my every move. But it didn't matter. I would cure this billionaire, take control of his fortune, and burn everyone who had wronged me to the ground, piece by piece.”