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

reached out to forcefully drag me away from the bedside, but Christopher’s left hand jerked violently across the mattress.

His fingers clamped around the fabric of my sleeve with a surprising, desperate strength.

One squeeze.

He was explicitly begging me to stay in the room with him.

I tore myself free from the doctor’s grip and threw myself over the guardrail,continue reading …