Waking Up My Comatose Tycoon Husband

My adoptive father forced me to sign a marriage agreement with a comatose billionaire just to keep my grandmother's life support running.

The Sinclair family looked down on my humble background, shoving me into a dusty closet while my new husband, Hadley, lay in an opulent medical shrine.

I thought I was just a cheap pawn in a wealthy family's superstitious bid to wake their phantom heir.

But then my underground contact sent me a message. The Sinclairs were the ones who stole my antique locket—the only clue to my true identity—just to cut off my funds and force me into this trap.

Worse, while bathing my "vegetative" husband, I noticed a subtle blue tint on his nail beds and a dangerously slow pulse.

He wasn't just in a coma from a car crash. Someone in this sprawling mansion was actively, slowly poisoning him with a neurotoxin.

Why did they steal my past to drag me here, only to murder the man I was supposed to save? What dark secret was this powerful family hiding?

I didn't know the answers yet, but I was done being their helpless victim.

I calmly ground up a homemade antidote from the kitchen herbs.

"I'm going to wake you up," I whispered, slipping the paste into his mouth.

Little did I know, the comatose man I was trying to save was fully conscious, coldly analyzing my every move.

But it didn't matter. I would cure this billionaire, take control of his fortune, and burn everyone who had wronged me to the ground, piece by piece.