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

downward toward the bottom of the canvas.

I searched the marble mantelpiece first, running my fingers along the dusty edges in search of a hidden switch.

Nothing.

I moved on to the massive mahogany bookshelves, pulling out old leather volumes of poetry and classical literature.

Nothing.

The grand desk drawers were all locked tight, but when I pried one continue reading …