icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon
Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife

Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife

icon

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 625    |    Released on: 17/08/2026

ully into the living room before her

e over Chloe's faded band t-shirt and ripped jeans with blatant r

he pristine lapel of her white Chanel suit,

in the sticks for years must have ruined her sense of style. Though, sister... if you needed money for prope

he mahogany table. "There's been a change. Olivi

's wrist, the million-dollar diamond engagement ring on

hed lady for high society, not someone from the gutter. Besides, Dad found you another match-Julian Sharpe. The one in the

s hand away as if removing a pest. She di

reedy face, a cold, silent amus

t Connor was merely a pawn currently being squeezed out of Apex Consolidated. Olivia thou

e table. "Or as Ethan's legal guardian, I will cut his private

ha

panic; it triggered a sw

hort-sighted greed, he didn't realize he was handing Chloe a

e, while her mind remained icy calm. She picked up the pen with lazy precision and slash

o the contract, the cla

her voice dropping to a skin-cra

r second, turning on he

st Cedric, giggling like a victor

e thought as the heavy fr

e pulled out her phone, staring at her

e controls your hospital bills. The moment I use Sharpe's capital to lock your ICU trust independently, that old man's blackm

ed to a silent stop in front

t in. Mr. Sharpe is waiti

the door open

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife
Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife
“My father called me into the opulent living room just to announce that my arranged marriage had been given to my stepsister. Olivia, wearing a smug smile in her Chanel suit, had stolen my fiancé. And as compensation, I was ordered to marry his older brother, Julian-a paralyzed outcast who lived in the neglected, rotting wing of the Sharpe estate. When I refused to be tossed away like trash, my father used my only weakness. "Sign the agreement. Otherwise, you know your brother's medical bills..." My brother Ethan was lying in a hospital bed, trapped in his own body by a rare neurotoxin. I had no choice but to sign the paper and be shipped off to the Sharpe family that very night. There, I was treated like a joke. The servants placed bets on my humiliation, and my new stepmother-in-law ambushed me with a public brunch to mock my country background. They all thought I was just a docile, uneducated pawn they could bully and discard. They didn't know about my perfect SAT score, my hidden Columbia University acceptance letter, or the jar of contaminated soil from my hometown I kept hidden in my bag. They didn't know I already understood the biochemistry of the poison destroying my brother's brain. Looking at the arrogant family trying to step all over me, and my observant, wheelchair-bound husband who was slowly uncovering my secrets, I smiled coldly. I didn't come to New York to be a trophy wife, I came for revenge.”