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

oak door swung open without a solitary knock of warning.

Bradley Harrington stepped into the room, his hands slid casually into his trouser pockets and a smug smile playing on his lips.

“Well, well,” Bradley murmured, his boots clicking sharply against the polished hardwood floor. “Are you already settling into your glamorous new role, Madeline?”

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