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Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 645    |    Released on: Today at 17:55

an already dressed and sitting in his wheelchair, as if

door announce

s arranged a welcome brunch for you. It's at ten o'clock in

me party, hosted by her hostile stepm

. Barbara is very influential in the family. She..

to apply her makeup. The heavy, smoky eyes, the dark li

ulian's wheelchair, with Chloe walkin

elegant but sharp-eyed woman, was laughing with a grou

sts, approached them with a haughty air. "Mrs. Sharpe asks

ng her like a servant to be dis

" She didn't budge, aggressively crowding Chloe's space. Chloe didn't flinch. She stepped forward, her hand clamping down on Bertha'

to comprehend how the skinny gi

d something dirty. She leaned in close, her voice an icy whisper. "Ne

bara's attention. She sh

ile. Then she turned to Zane. "I'm hungry. Take

gnored Barbara's

hange, his silence a form of

s, obeyed, pushing Julian's wheelchair

ked out of the so-cal

r her friends. "A wild girl from the country. No manners

n't hold back his concern. "Mrs. Sharpe, y

has always seen Mr. Sharpe as a threat, especially after his accident. S

her? No. I'm just letting her know I'm not a pushover. With peopl

ian. "Isn't that

and defiant. A barely percept

t with gusto, fueling

Sharpe demands that you come at once! She said if you don't appear, she will ca

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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.”