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Married to the Man Who Can't Wake Up

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 509    |    Released on: 11/06/2026

wed herbs. The air filled with a rich, earthy smell

o pry open Guy's lips and let a few drops of the warm, d

bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. A truly coma

into near certainty. Sh

. Arthur was standing in the

help mov

om the bed and carry him into the bathroom-a space of marble and chrome the size of her wh

m here." She locked

The hot water turned the color of strong tea. Steam filled

ons of his silk pajama top. When she slid it off his shoulders, she saw a chest and abdomen sculpted with lean,

herbal water, moved over his skin with practiced skill. She wasn't just

t below his shoulder blade. She

er

flinch. Tightening for a split second before he forced it to relax. A r

eart skip

his hips, his thighs, pressing on key points. Each time, she felt the same flicker of resi

her hand drift lower, her fingers brushi

rigid in the water. She even thought she heard

yet. First, she needed to understand the rules of this strange, dangerous g

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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."”