The Comatose Billionaire's Secret Genius Bride

e Mcconnell estate in Connecticut. The heavy tires crushed the gravel dr

ans, twisting the cheap fabric so hard her knuckles turned white. Her shoulders trembled. She looked exactly l

t out a low, sharp scoff. He didn't even try to hide his

the thin canvas of her tote bag. The cracked screen l

ur sister's tuition

her lashes, the manufactured fear in her eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, surgic

house. The driver didn't get out to open her door. He just hit t

. She purposely caught the toe of her cheap sneaker on the doorframe, stumbli

the stairs. Her eyes scanned Arletta from her scuffed sh

ouch the antiques. Do not wander the halls. You are here for one purpos

d her neck down into her shoul

d. She rubbed her sweaty palms a

he sharp clack of her stilettos against t

e open. Her eyes darted to the ceiling corners, logging the position of every

ed open a heavy oak door. The smell hit Arletta instantly-a heavy

ll lay there, pale and motionless. Clear tubes snaked from his arms

She stepped back into the hallway and pulle

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e snapped straight. The trembling in her shoulders stop

d down at the billionaire heir who used to r

peeled back Josue's eyelid and checked his pupilla

y thumping, she felt a microscopic flutter. It was an abnormal rhythm, a si

vy velvet curtains and yanked them shut, blocking out the sun

rom a hidden bottom compartment, sh

dical acupuncture needles. As a brilliant underground surgeon, she had mastered not only Western surgical techniques bu

rve clusters at the base of Josue's skull and the s

ex finger. The line on the heart monitor spiked vio

he hallway outside. They were moving

led the needles out of Josue's neck, shoved them back into

ried her face in the white sheets and forced her should

hit the wall with a bang. The f

already?" a male voice

around. She forced tea

ther. His eyes dragged up and down her body, looking at