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

carvings of the clock’s face was a tiny, reflective glass lens that I had completely overlooked earlier.

Someone was actively broadcasting a live feed of Christopher’s private sanctuary directly to an unknown device.

I swallowed the bitter taste of fear rising in my throat and forced myself to sit back in the chair, deliberately smoothing down the lace continue reading …