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

as he fought to form the sounds.

“Study,” he breathed, his eyes rolling back. “Mother.”

My pulse jumped violently in my veins. “The portrait of your mother in the study?”

One final, exhausted squeeze answered me before his eyes closed completely and his breathing stabilized into a deep sleep.

I stayed awake by his side until the first faint rays of dawn continue reading …