My Father Married Me to a Billionaire in a Coma—Then He Opened His Eyes When He Heard My Voice

buried secrets.

Christopher’s mother watched me from a massive gold frame mounted directly above the marble fireplace.

She possessed the exact same dark hair and piercing gray eyes as her son, along with a sad smile that looked entirely artificial.

Her painted right hand rested elegantly over a thick pearl necklace, with one delicate finger pointing slightly continue reading …