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

until I could barely draw breath. “Where is the proof hidden, Christopher?”

His fingers twitched awkwardly against my palm, and then his entire hand went completely slack as exhaustion claimed him once more.

“Please don’t drift off just yet,” I pleaded desperately. “Tell me where it is.”

His pale lips parted, a microscopic puff of air escaping his throat continue reading …