The Discarded Heiress: Waking My Comatose Billionaire

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ck of papers down on the marble coffee t

the hills, didn't flinch. She ran her thumb along the poli

umors about Aris Knowles. Three months in a coma, and they say he won't last the week. The family wants a

nced at the

l Agreement and P

pe. No way out pri

er mouth lifted

ith me. Have you forgotten who dragged you out of that timber town

rrying a stranger in a coma so you

face went dark, a vei

briella hadn't begged Mom and Dad to bring yo

lian's voice stayed l

opped

vy, black, the sort of thing Byron bought so he could feel rich. She

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verly Hills livi

she said. "On

ready for screaming, for a scared girl from the hills on

bove the line. "I want to see

'd finished saying it. "The doctors-her

One dot of ink soaked into

nowles board takes it when the morning papers say the Fosters wa

the math: his sister's nerves on one side,

him five

eeth. "Ten minutes. You upset

name cut across the page, and she shoved

ief pouring off him like sweat. Then his eyes sl

to look like you ca

od and walk

fel sat on the bench underneath, packed and zipped. She swung the c

ots. The Maybach was idling

nd her, barking at the driver throug

nutes. No

cross it. She stayed on the far side of the seat, a wide cold gap of

garage. It had barely stopped before she pushe

her back, waiting for her spine to bow, for her shoulders

enthouse floor. Antisepti

raight for the guarded doors

utside room 804. He stopped pacing the second

to bring her here, Byron? Turn around. She's sup

nd slipped past his arm without letting him touch he

g low and fast in his ear. Don's face twisted, but he lowe

el handle, pushed it

in the middle of the suite, a silver bowl of dark

tch cl

d sideways. Her whole body went still, eyes wide,

oot of the bed and stoppe

ame, her family, and her inheritance, and

enough that her lips almos

hem," Jillian said, quiet as a knife. "Because y