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Married to the Man Who Can't Wake Up

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 475    |    Released on: 11/06/2026

hearse. Anna stared out the window. The gl

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't your real grandfather. He adopted you. You owe him everything. If you do anything to

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resolve into something unbreakable. Her debt to Alistair wasn't abo

sland. It finally slowed before a set of towering iron gates. A b

re, miss." He placed her single, simple suitcase

ked toward the gates. They

he sweeping driveway when two blurs of bl

nder their coats. They charged her, growls

eat. Panic was a death sentence. She stood her ground, p

s of the lead dog-the black one.

r barks turned into confused, wary whines. Somet

. She extended one hand, palm up. From deep in her throat, she made a low, soft clicking sound-a

heads. Their aggress

erfectly tailored butler's uniform stepped out. White hair. Ram

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ler to Anna. Then they reluctantly trott

ng dust from her jeans.

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ble. Then he gave a curt nod and stepped aside. "Ple

e and followed him into th

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Married to the Man Who Can’t Wake Up
Married to the Man Who Can't Wake Up
“I was the illegitimate daughter from the mountains, ignored by my wealthy father for years until they needed a sacrifice. My stepmother ordered me to marry Guy Livingston in place of my perfect half-sister. Guy had been in a severe car accident six months ago and was now a living corpse. "Kerry can't marry a vegetable, Anna. It would be a disaster for her image." When I refused, they threatened to destroy the preservation project my adoptive grandfather had poured his life into. To protect the only person who ever loved me, I signed the contract selling my life and was sent alone to the terrifying Livingston Estate. I was supposed to be a helpless pawn trapped in a cold room with a comatose husband. But using my grandfather's medical skills, I discovered a shocking secret while treating him. His muscles were firm, and he reacted to my pressure points. Guy Livingston was faking his coma. Before I could expose him, his butler drugged my water to keep me quiet. They all thought I was just a naive country girl they could easily control, drug, and discard in their rich family games. They were dead wrong. When my half-sister and her arrogant cousin came to the estate to physically humiliate me, I didn't run. I tamed the estate's legendary guard dogs with a single look and crippled her cousin's arm with a flick of my wrist. Looking at their terrified faces, I smiled calmly and turned to the butler. "Please notify the matriarch. We are having the trash taken out."”