Married to the Man Who Can't Wake Up

Chapter 7

Word Count: 633 | Released on: 11/06/2026

ket tucked around her. The last thing she remembered was drinking that glas

before, the machines beeping their steady rhythm. She noticed a faint reddish m

e was here to treat him, after all. A pang of guilt-absurd as it

s still form. "If yesterday was

de a direct, undeniable test of his nerve response

suitcase and selected three fine, sterile nee

les. He felt the warmth of her body as she leaned over him. His heart began to pound. He knew,

re point on his hand. He braced himself for the sharp p

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door was sharp an

voice from the hallway

skin. Her eyes narrowed. This was no coincidence

he put the needles away. Fine. If they want

hur a pleasant smile. "Thank you

le that could seat thirty. A single place setting was laid at

s everyone

staff quarters, madam,

ed. "Take

ed. "Madam? That is not appropr

fraid to live," Anna said softl

hand moved discreetly toward his pocket-a silent reach for guidance-but she was alre

ing space smelling of bacon and coffee, the chatter died instantly. A

to scrambled eggs. "Please, don't let me interrup

gave a nearly imperceptible nod. Slowly, hesitantl

ener was feuding with the stable hand, and that the west-wing plumbing was acting up again. She was no long

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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."”