The Discarded Heiress: Waking My Comatose Billionaire

es climbed twenty feet to the ceiling. Behind the big antique desk sat Eleanor

osite, looking like she'd b

ater. No charges. No holding cell. Just a tail and an open door.

in the middle of the Persian rug. "The Fosters pulled a switch! They sent a backwoo

ruling this family behind them. She looked at Denisse for one flat secon

at do you have to

nt. She walked to an empty wingback, pull

d. "I assumed

took fifty million of Knowles capital for a fake marriage! Giv

, took out a thick envelope,

and stopped an inch fr

l before she died. Biologically, I'm the firstborn legitimate daughter of the Foster line. Gabriella's an adopted or

eeding, girl. You grew up in Appalachian mud. No network

r knees. "Pedigree doesn't move the ma

tapped twice, and slid i

p glowed on the screen. The green

ket. The news that Aris woke up hit Bloomberg an hour ago, and your P

e because Aris opened his eyes!

adline reads: Knowles Family Discards Hillbilly Bride Who Saved Their Heir. What do you think

ery dirty trick in the financial press. Discar

?" The old voice

ed to my private trust by eight tomorrow morning. As for t

n you. Claw it back yours

. "A hundred million?

er off. She stared at Jillian, measuring

le for divorce and call a press conference on the courthouse steps. Oh-and I hold Aris's med

ng to be dismissed. The oak

ed her chest. "We can't

g breath. "Wire the money. Keep the stock steady. Onc

or, Jillian shut th

one vi

. Unliste

t burn down the w

. Aris had cameras in th

bar cart in the corner, and poured two fingers of rye.

e table when fists started

rell, open up!" A maid, s

d the room and

running down her face. "It's the patriarch! Mr. Know