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

cup. “Child, I did not select you from that miserable town because you were exceptionally beautiful, easily controlled, or socially convenient for our family name.”

“Then why exactly am I here?” I demanded, setting the tea down before I spilled it.

“I chose you because your background file stated that you sat by your mother’s bedside and sang to her continue reading …