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Married to the Man Who Can't Wake Up

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 588    |    Released on: 11/06/2026

ng a steel door. He entered a state-of-the-art command center-a panic room

is best friend and most trusted ally, appeared on the main s

ing me from the great beyon

ackground check on someone. Anna Curtis. I want everything. Birth records,

be something special to get the 'vegeta

m. "Just do it. I

ten, Guy. Bryan Rowe is getting bolder. He's pushing for a vot

ave a new lead on my parents' accident," he said quietly. "It connects to an o

neuvers, Guy ended the call. He spent another hour working, then felt a wave

ain-made his jaw tight. A "vegetable" couldn't move itself. He sank i

nusual. She wasn't curled up but lay def

Her brow furrowed. She mumbled in her slee

o... my f

hot out in a powerf

squarely with his shin. Pain exploded up hi

t rolled over, settling back into

ange feeling. Disbelief. And something else. Amusement.

choed in his mi

tice. In that moment, he felt a startling kinship with this strange, dangerous woman who had been

e room. He saw Guy in the chair, leg pro

ips. He had to get back i

wn, arranging his limbs in their usual lifeless p

med through a gap in the curtains, he was

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“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."”