Substitute Marriage: My Lethal Comatose Husband

Chapter 5

Word Count: 598 | Released on: 21/05/2026

into the grand dining room wea

ng the Wall Street Journal. Brenda and Tiffany

ed out the chair at the very end of the table a

"God, looking at that thing on her face makes m

"Just eat fast and get back to

grab the mug of steaming black coffe

e table, aiming the pointed toe of her designer heel directly a

na's center of gravity shifted

s core muscles locked like steel

flicked upward at a pre

g, flying through the air in a perfect p

loor hard, letting out a hi

splashed across Tiffany's bare thig

animal. She leaped out of her chair, sl

k and rushing to her daughter. Th

the table, his face red with fur

. Tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry

na, her face blotchy with pain. "She t

of the chair, then down at Lana, who

tgomery handover tomorrow. He could

cting like a child and go get some ice! You're goin

er mouth opening and closing silently before Bren

t Lana. "Get up. And

help her to her feet. She limped out

ked shut behind her, the limp va

e a crying Tiffany into the back of a car to hea

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r One tactical team from The Aethelred Consortium to Pennsylvan

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rowed. "What ki

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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.”