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Substitute Marriage: My Lethal Comatose Husband

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 534    |    Released on: 21/05/2026

e, pressing the micro-earpiece deep

high-level bounty request last night," Elon said, his

ebrow. "What do t

rigin back to the Montgomery estate," Elon explained. "They want you to inve

wasn't a united front. Someone inside the house was desperate for the truth, w

"The client specifically requested a tr

Her breath hitched for

cific neurotoxin was nearly impossible to synthesize. It wasn't the wea

a ordered. "Don't accept it.

t house tomorrow. If they're using neurotoxins on th

was seven," Lana said, her voice dropping to a dea

ed the earpiece back into the fa

r. She stared at the red birthmark, her

ve, swirling vortex of conspiracy. And if she played her cards r

nt knock rattled

chin, letting her spine c

s usual disdain. "Mr. Thorne is waiting for you in his

y and followed hi

s lying on the sofa, an ice pack pressed to

o be terrified, and hurried

ed the door an

r-topped desk. A thick stack of le

this prenuptial agreement. Now.

a prenup. It was a complete surrender of all her legal rights, ensuring she

ath. It was time to take

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Substitute Marriage: My Lethal Comatose Husband
Substitute Marriage: My Lethal Comatose Husband
“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.”