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

steady me.

“Cynthia,” I gasped, my lungs burning as I struggled to draw air. “She is working for Bradley, and she has a syringe.”

Abigail’s aristocratic eyes hardened into twin points of absolute steel.

She immediately pulled me behind her rigid frame just as Cynthia and Bradley burst through the conservatory entrance.

The nurse stopped dead in her tracks,continue reading …