Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife

Chapter 3 No.3

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gaze flicking from the single

ayful mockery. "One bedroom? Is the Sharpe family going bankrupt? Or

was a rule set by Mr. Sharpe's grandfather. Sharpe couples a

t feels less like a master suite and more like a high-end containment

Mrs. Sharpe. It is the only place in the estate co

n's wheelchair, looking down at him. The pr

offensively casual. "Are you really para

Mrs. Sharpe! Please,

He tilted his head back, his calm blue eyes meeting

lower extremities is called paraplegia. I would have thought someone s

e for a sp

lacking refinement.' It seems he was not mistaken." He

so much about me, then you should also know I didn't come to New York to play the submissive victim," she whispered, her breath ghosti

a fraction of a second, a

his position in the chair. "Is that so?" he

felt a flicker of frus

arrived. If you require anything, please let me know. M

shed as far as she could for one day. She

s wheelchair toward

loe. Her back was slender but defiant as she wrestl

ue eyes. The claws she hid beneath that ragged exteri

the door. "Sir, this woman is

splaying Chloe's file. "A fearless pawn is more useful than

, though his eyes were

idated closet. Besides a few worn-out

d with dark soil. She caressed the glass, her expressio

research binder on neurochemical degradation. Inside the folder was her Columbi

e, the Sharpe family... they were all just stepping stones.

wled. No, she couldn't live like this. She h

out of the closet and headed in the direction Zane had gone. She w

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“My father called me into the opulent living room just to announce that my arranged marriage had been given to my stepsister. Olivia, wearing a smug smile in her Chanel suit, had stolen my fiancé. And as compensation, I was ordered to marry his older brother, Julian-a paralyzed outcast who lived in the neglected, rotting wing of the Sharpe estate. When I refused to be tossed away like trash, my father used my only weakness. "Sign the agreement. Otherwise, you know your brother's medical bills..." My brother Ethan was lying in a hospital bed, trapped in his own body by a rare neurotoxin. I had no choice but to sign the paper and be shipped off to the Sharpe family that very night. There, I was treated like a joke. The servants placed bets on my humiliation, and my new stepmother-in-law ambushed me with a public brunch to mock my country background. They all thought I was just a docile, uneducated pawn they could bully and discard. They didn't know about my perfect SAT score, my hidden Columbia University acceptance letter, or the jar of contaminated soil from my hometown I kept hidden in my bag. They didn't know I already understood the biochemistry of the poison destroying my brother's brain. Looking at the arrogant family trying to step all over me, and my observant, wheelchair-bound husband who was slowly uncovering my secrets, I smiled coldly. I didn't come to New York to be a trophy wife, I came for revenge.”