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Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 649    |    Released on: Today at 17:55

ter in the hallway as he w

r tone leaving no room for argument. "We need to talk abo

rpe, as I explained, it's a family rule.

m not happy, I can't guarantee what I might do. And that would

convey your request to Mr. Sharpe," he finally said. It was a stalling ta

would be counterproductive.

their bedroom and study, there was a small sittin

wering bookshelves. "These are all Mr. Sharpe's books. He gr

philosophy texts, surprised. She had expected

Connor wouldn't be the one calling

ated. Connor. Chloe silentl

ing else, I'll take my leave. Dinner wil

oe stood alone in

main house kitchen, sever

Martha hissed. "The new wife. Dressed li

ounger maid added. "What a waste. Do you think

condition... it's doubtful he can

out the door, overheard b

ad overheard the gossip brought d

voice. "Mrs. Sharpe, people in this house have big

e slipped the maid a twenty-doll

rs are betting on whether you and Mr. Sharpe will

te in silence. Chloe had no appetite. S

laughingstock, but Julian's masculinity would be publicly question

ng for Zane to push him towards the st

ed in fro

one surprisingly level. "To

both stared at

luntly. "We're in the same boat now. Before we

d him with a look. He studied Chloe inten

was silent, save for the ticking of an old clock.

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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.”