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

at the table, looking incredibly small and out of place inside the opulent room.

I stopped dead in the doorway, my hands curling into fists as I looked at his worn suit.

“Madeline,” my father said, standing up so quickly that his chair scraped loudly against the marble floor.

“What on earth are you still doing here, Dad?” I asked, my voice laced with continue reading …