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

a use for your specific lack of ethics.”

Cynthia’s fingers tightened around the silver syringe, her eyes darting toward Bradley for instruction.

Bradley stepped into the light of the conservatory, looking entirely unbothered by the accusation.

“There is absolutely no need to create a dramatic scene, Grandmother,” he remarked smoothly.

My heart beat so continue reading …