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Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 621    |    Released on: Today at 17:55

he slowly, deliberately, cut

tell Mrs. Barbara Sharpe that I am currently dining. In America, it is considered very ru

ss. She couldn't beli

she certain she wants the entire family to witness how she ne

a personal slight to a matter of family p

urried away

rs. Sharpe, you are pouri

rchestrated this whole drama to humiliate me in front of everyone and asser

g was clear, her logic sound. She attacked

a was trembling with rage af

mselves. "This new bride is something else. No resp

he'd admit she couldn't even control a new daughter-

ed over. He was dressed in expensive ca

vely. "The servants are saying that woman

uncultured girl from the sticks! I graciously throw a

n't belong in our family. Should have just kicked he

finished her breakfast. She w

t kind of 'surprise' our dear stepmother

he first time, he spoke up, a note of concern in his voic

I can't handle it, I'll ask

tened the mood between the

ir, Julian murmured to him, "Have the security team on stand

. The boss was actually starti

head held high. Zane p

rsation in the solarium ceased.

tares and walked st

lenge. "Sorry we're late. The breakfast was so del

and white. "It's fine," she hissed throug

ts, then turned back to Barbara. With an air of perfect innoce

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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.”