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

staff retreated to their quarters and the lights were extinguished.

Down in the grand foyer, the antique grandfather clock chimed midnight, its deep tones echoing through the empty corridors.

Only when the final chime faded did I dare to lean over Christopher’s bed, my lips hovering inches from his ear.

“Christopher,” I whispered, my heart racing. “It continue reading …