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Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 786    |    Released on: Today at 17:55

n the silence. The room felt smaller

ze dissecting Chloe, trying to uncover the

" she said, breaking the silence first. "I just don't want to

"Helping you is helping myself. This is a p

ment, Julian ga

loe instructed, pointing

antique bed, then down at

does a paralyzed man get into bed by himself

. Zane entered, carrying a set of pajama

Mrs. Sharpe, Martha is still lingering in the

ained. "So... could you a

need to be in the same room. They needed to s

dmit it was the best solution. She lo

but he spoke to Zane. "

Julian looked at C

side table and deliberately knocked a water gla

den headboard, making it thump against

e let out a few low

roduced a series of soft, breathy moans. The sounds were q

d on the wheels of his chair. A fl

ssing her ear to the door, flushed red a

opped. The room fell silent again. He

loe announced, grabbing her wash

avy, smoky makeup looked ridiculous. She tur

or. Her face was clean, her features delicate. Her skin was pale, and her gray-blue eyes, now cle

ring an oversized old t-shirt and

tly in his wheelchair by th

ed to catch him by surprise, his usual ma

silence. She yawned, walked to t

, she looked back at him

. "Your turn. We have to look like we woke up in the

rned her back, pulled the blanket over h

silence, save for the stea

nst the metallic armrest of his wheelchair

her breathing remai

maintained during the day vanished. With eff

ity that had nothing to do with a crippled heir. He silently rolled his shoulders, his deep

silent strides, climbed onto the high bed withou

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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.”