Trapped By The Comatose Billionaire

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ized bed, still fully dressed,

"Mrs. Pierce?" Mrs. Thompson's v

voice sounded smal

abeth Pierce asked me to ensure you're comfortable." Her eyes took in my untouched

nst Theodore's clear hatred. "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. I just... I don't know what to do with my

ur belongings from the master suite." Her tone was diplomatic

rything had gone so wrong. The opening of Theodore's eyes kept replaying in my mind – not vacant or confus

eight, looking fresh and composed. "Breakfast is served

ched. "He's...

t helped him down earlier." She hesitate

ater, wearing a simple navy sheath dress that Katherine had once sneered

ning sun through the windows highlighted the aristocratic angles of his face, now animated with cold intelligence

ged, taking the seat M

s not waste time with pleasantries. I've reviewed the marriag

each for a piece of toast, th

u terminate any... medical procedures my mothe

got my period yesterday," I lied, the words tumbling out befo

he could respond, rapid footst

macy bag. "I brought prenatal vitamins and-" He stopp

his wheelchair's armrest. Two security guards appeared instantly. "Take that ba

guards forced him down. His eyes darted frantically be

Theodore's voice was terrifyingly calm. "About the offshore accounts? The

om Nathan's face

s tapped the wheelchair's tablet, pulling up documents. "You have exactly twenty-four hours to resign your position and leave New

g to his feet when the guards releas

over me. This was the real Theodore Pierce – the ruthless CEO who'd buil

Mrs. Sullivan to her new accommodations in the east wing. I believe th

uld barely sign in. The doctor's gentle questioning about stress levels and

ng have you been exp

he screen, heart racin

nancies, I'd like to run additional tests." She typed rapidly into her tablet

and... he doesn't know. He doesn't want-" To m

s to be your health and the pregnancy. The emotional stress you're under is creatin

gacy chess game anymore, but a actual life growing inside me. A life that was already i

to do?" I asked,

my phone buzzed with a text from Mrs. Thompson: "Mr. Pie

screen. Sooner or later, Theodore would discover the truth. And when he

ice – protect the pregnancy or maintain the lie. But as I remembered Theodore's

m I'm at MIT, meeting w