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

at the absolute furthest tip of the west wing, far away from the main living quarters.

Abigail closed the heavy oak door, crossed the oriental rug to a large bookshelf, and pressed a concealed button beneath a marble bust.

A faint, mechanical click echoed from the wall paneling.

“This specific room is completely clean,” she announced, turning to face continue reading …