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

the Harrington vault. It was a thin, elegant band engraved with two tiny words on the inside of the metal.

I heard.

“Madeline Foster,” Christopher said, his rough voice thick with a profound emotion that brought fresh tears to my eyes. “Will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me a second time? Except this time, with my eyes completely open?”

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