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

study door creaked open on its hinges.

I spun around wildly, scrambling to my feet as I shoved the leather notebook behind my back.

Cynthia, the evening nurse, stood framed in the doorway, her soft expression completely replaced by a cold, menacing look.

“You are absolutely not supposed to be inside this room, Mrs. Harrington,” she stated, stepping into continue reading …