Substitute Marriage: My Lethal Comatose Husband

Chapter 2

Word Count: 732 | Released on: 21/05/2026

oom of the garage, grabbing a

nter bay. She leaned over the hood, her muscles working mech

g a heavy tire. He stopped and l

nch, poured a cup of lukewarm water from a plastic pitch

slightly. He lowered his voice so the soun

s on the dark web

risis," Lana said, her tone casual, completely devoid of

oar cut through the quiet

urned their heads towa

driveway, kicking up a cloud of dry dust. The vehicles looked like alie

, letting her posture slump. The sharp, calculating ligh

pened. Mr. Hayes, a man in a tail

from his pocket and pressed it over his nose, his

ared across her forehead and the massive red birth

ing three feet away as if

," Mr. Hayes said.

the dirty rag. "Y-yes, sir," she stut

der from his briefcase. "I am here on behal

w. He told her she had been select

ched out and grabbed Arthur's arm, her fingers digging in

laugh. He reached into his briefc

a cashier's check fo

is pathetic town will see in ten lifetimes,"

the check, letting a sickening, desperate greed wash over her featur

genuine anger. "You're buying and selling a

s eyes on Lana. "This is your biological fat

wage a massive internal war. Then, s

her voice small but ea

d. He turned on his heel and walked back to t

ur. She threw her a

Hayes's line of sight, her fingers slipped a mi

oice ice-cold and steady, using the exact coded phrase they had

and walked toward the luxury SUV. The townspeople sta

scalades pulled out of the dirt lo

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Substitute Marriage: My Lethal Comatose Husband

Lunacy Horror

“At seven years old, I hid in a closet and watched a man stab my mother to death before setting the room on fire. I survived, changed my name, and spent fifteen years hiding in a rundown garage behind a hideous, fake red birthmark. My fragile peace shattered when my biological father, Declan Thorne, suddenly tracked me down. He didn't come to save me from poverty, but to sell me. He and my half-sisters forced me to marry Sterling Montgomery, a wealthy heir who had been in a coma for six months. They needed my "ugly, bastard" status to unlock a massive trust fund, fully expecting me to spend the rest of my life rotting beside a dying corpse. They laughed at my cheap clothes and disfigured face, locking me in a room to ensure I wouldn't ruin their payday. "You have no right to refuse. I gave you life. This is how you pay me back." They thought I was just a terrified, pathetic pawn they could easily control. They didn't know I was the sole disciple of an underground medical genius, and I had deliberately let them sell me to use the Montgomery family's impenetrable fortress as my shield. When I finally stood alone in the medical wing, I checked my comatose husband's pulse, only to realize his failing vitals were entirely faked. As I reached out to rip off his oxygen mask, the "dying" man suddenly shot up from the bed, his hand clamping around my throat with lethal force.”