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Betrayed? I Married My Ex's Powerful Uncle

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 1240    |    Released on: Today at 09:46

white curtains of the master bedroom, falling across the walnu

tepped around the privacy screen holding

in her tank top, chewing on a piece of

glasses, his tone br

rnight EEG logs this morning, I

rable improvements in organized cortical activity, particularly du

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he treatment form

ponding to external sensor

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d forward holding a bottle of warmed

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bite of crust, coughing twice

d you pull that out of? Does the American

a completely

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d toward

cting this tactile rehabilitation session,

cursor shot straight onto the green YES

glowing green box an

the one getting take

nd the four-poster frame and retreated behind the outer screen, where Evelyn co

ed bed, the light

attress, leaving on only a thin black silk camisole that bared he

he front strings of his sterile hospital go

pport bed, the hard, defined slabs of muscle across his pectorals and ribs carried th

ubbed her hands together, and pressed both

was bur

is ribs, the muscles beneath her palms tensed as hard as iron plates. On t

gently along his intercostal muscles, her

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dim light beneath the canopy, a low, r

orted his right arm and began guiding it through a series of gentle passive movements. She then se

if you can give me something

ouched his palm, Call

r hand, his fingers slowly cur

y fr

er breath stopping cold as she stared

screen, Evelyn ga

dout! There's measurable muscl

ely stepped close

ear me, try to squeeze

ned. Then Callan's fingers tighten

at the reading

ement! He's respondin

urological chart, then at

luntary motor recovery. We need to repe

he suite for the final verification, received th

ntinuous caregiving records, he submitted the final veri

one lit up with a conf

requirement has been fulfilled, and the provisio

o loosen Callan's grip, only to find his

her hand free wi

is gray-blue eyes were dark, unblinking, an

s of her ears. She bit her lower lip,

t, you were definitel

her mouth curved u

acle tore through the e

lderly Aldridge aunts who swore by old-wo

iarch of the second branch, spun her

girl from Mexico dragged our fallen

Riley Mercer's name in gold ink on the official Aldridge fami

uttoning her shirt, every maid and footman in the corridor bowed

te doors, holding a garment bag containing

irs in an hour. Preston's branch has set a trap f

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Betrayed? I Married My Ex's Powerful Uncle
Betrayed? I Married My Ex's Powerful Uncle
“Today was supposed to be my fiancé's uncle's funeral, a solemn day for the billionaire Aldridge family. But right outside the memorial hall, I caught my fiancé and my sweet, innocent half-sister rolling around half-naked on a velvet sofa. I smashed the door open and exposed their affair to two hundred of Boston's wealthiest elites. Instead of apologizing, my fiancé cursed me for making him a laughingstock. My biological father, who had always favored his mistress's daughter, disowned me on the spot. They mocked my callused hands, calling me a cheap mechanic who never deserved to marry into high society. I was ready to walk away from this disgusting family forever, but then the military crashed the funeral with shocking news. The "dead" uncle, Callan Aldridge, was actually alive. He was brought back completely paralyzed with locked-in syndrome, given less than three months to live. His greedy brother and my cheating ex immediately began plotting to pull his life support and carve up his twenty-billion-dollar aerospace empire. It was a blatant, sickening murder hiding behind medical care. I thought it wasn't my problem, until Callan's lawyer handed me a marriage contract. Looking at the paralyzed war hero on the bed, I saw his eyes tracking me-cold, sharp, and entirely conscious. "Interesting. So the dead man picks his own knife." I picked up the pen and signed my name, ready to become their worst nightmare.”