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

just signed that paperwork when you had the chance, Madeline,” he remarked carelessly.

I tried to scream for help, but my abused vocal cords could barely manage a faint, pathetic rasp.

Bradley lifted his hand, casually waving the black leather notebook in front of my face before tossing it onto the dashboard.

“Did you honestly believe that I was completely continue reading …