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Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 701    |    Released on: Today at 17:55

ara, her smile as brigh

older woman's eyes. "Since this party is formally introducing the new Mrs. Sharpe, shouldn't the matriarch p

pers. No one had ever dared to

went from pale

ountry, so I don't really know the rules in New York. If I've said something w

you no shame?" he snapped. "Al

en you and Olivia got engaged, didn't Barbara publicly bestow a million-dollar diamond necklace on her? Am I not en

ed back, a faint, ghost of an ap

to turn. They started to murmur that Barbar

oncede. Gritting her teeth, she pulled a Cartier LOVE bracelet

voice a low threat. "Take it. But r

at least fifty thousand dollars. She beamed. "Thank

been silent, maneuvered his

ed Barbara. "Thank you for the generous gift, Mother. Chloe is still

command, giving Barbara no room to argu

aning against the armrest of his whee

of them departed, leaving a wake o

dated wing, Chloe wa

he bracelet in front of Julian.

ession, like a cat who had gotten th

o deal with your stepmother, you have to hit her where i

he first time, a genuine, thoug

ent, then suddenly turned to Zane. "I ha

vanished. "Wher

Chloe said evasively

wing as he spotted a black sedan idling

g into cold authority. "Zane. Connor's private investi

I stop t

dle of traffic, then have the police impound them for reckless stalking," Julian commanded with icy efficiency. "By tonight, I want

ood, Mr.

pping in front of a priv

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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.”