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

the aisle.

I wore a simple, elegant ivory gown that I had personally selected from a small boutique in the city.

Abigail sat in the front row, wiping a single tear from her sharp eyes before threatening to fire any photographer who dared to document her rare display of emotion.

When the minister finally reached the traditional vows, Christopher did not continue reading …