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

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A weak, single pressure answered my instruction.

Yes.

I bent even closer, allowing my long hair to fall around our faces like a protective curtain to shield us from the hidden camera.

“Did Bradley do something to your car before the crash?” I asked.

One squeeze.

“Do you possess actual physical proof of what he did?” I breathed.

One squeeze.

My chest tightened continue reading …