Married To The Comatose Tech Emperor
Gina was locked in Blackwood Asylum for five years, framed as a violent lunatic by her own wealthy family.
Her brother suddenly dragged her out, but not to save her. He forced her into an arranged marriage with Kerr Brooks, the billionaire emperor of New York, just to save the Rollins family's failing company.
Back at the estate, her parents treated her like a biohazard. They showered her adopted sister, Hailie, with love and luxury, while forcing Gina into a freezing servant's room. They threw a brutal prenuptial agreement at her face and threatened to leak a deepfake scandal video to the press if she didn't play the perfect bride. To ensure Gina's absolute ruin, Hailie even ordered a maid to spike her dinner with a massive dose of LSD. They were ruthlessly sacrificing her to a man who was secretly in a deep, unresponsive coma.
"She is just a tool, Hailie. Do not waste your pity on a broken thing."
Her mother's cold words echoed in the foyer. They looked at Gina's faded jumpsuit and vacant eyes, fully believing she was a heavily sedated pawn they could easily manipulate and discard.
But they didn't know Gina was a master hacker, a lethal underground surgeon, and the secret owner of the world's top luxury brand. She neutralized the poison in seconds and slipped into her comatose fiancé's heavily guarded ICU. Disabling the secret neuro-suppressants keeping him asleep, Gina smiled in the dark. If they wanted her to marry a corpse, she would use his empire to bury them all alive.
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Chapter 5
The air inside the massive closet instantly turned to ice.
Hailie froze.
Her hand was still suspended in the air.
The sweet, demanding smile on her face cracked, leaving her mouth hanging open in a grotesque shape.
Edwina shoved past the tailoring assistants.
Her heels dug into the thick carpet.
She marched right up to Adrianne.
"You have made a mistake."
Edwina yelled, her voice echoing off the mirrored walls.
"You have the wrong name."
Adrianne slowly turned the heavy leather binder around.
She held it up so the overhead spotlights hit the page.
Written in flawless, gold-leaf calligraphy across the top of the order form were two words.
Gina Rollins.
"This gown was flown in from Paris three hours ago."
Adrianne.
"It was hand-altered overnight based on the exact measurements we received. It belongs exclusively to Miss Gina."
Hailie felt a physical blow to her chest.
The humiliation burned her throat.
Tears of pure, acidic jealousy welled up in her eyes.
She bit her lip so hard she tasted copper.
She spun around and ran out of the closet, her sobs echoing down the hall.
Edwina.
She glared at the doorway.
Gina stood in the hall, wearing her faded, ill-fitting clothes.
Edwina shot Gina a look of pure murder before chasing after Hailie.
Gina slowly walked into the closet.
The moment she crossed the threshold, Adrianne snapped her fingers.
The four tailoring assistants immediately stepped out into the hallway.
They pulled the heavy double doors shut behind them.
The heavy click of the lock sealed the room.
Adrianne.
Her icy, arrogant posture softened imperceptibly. She stepped forward and crouched slightly, pretending to adjust the hem of Gina's faded pants. She leaned in close, her body acting as a perfect shield from any hidden cameras. Her eyes were red. Her voice was a rapid, hushed whisper that shook with suppressed emotion. "Boss."
Gina reached down.
She gripped Adrianne.
Her eyes lost their dead, vacant stare.
They sharpened into the calculating, lethal gaze of a predator.
"Report."
Gina.
Adrianne stood up.
She grabbed a measuring tape and draped it around Gina.
She began to physically measure Gina, maintaining the cover of a fitting just in case the room was bugged.
She leaned in close.
Her voice was a rapid, hushed whisper.
"The marriage is a fraud."
Adrianne pulled the tape tight across Gina.
"Kerr Brooks is not a tech prodigy looking for a wife. He was in a massive car crash in Silicon Valley two weeks ago."
Adrianne moved to measure Gina.
"He suffered catastrophic trauma. He is in a deep, unresponsive coma. A vegetative state."
Gina did not flinch.
Her breathing remained perfectly steady.
"The Brooks family is hiding it to stop their stock from crashing."
Adrianne.
"They need a wedding to distract the media. Arthur Rollins needs the Brooks cash injection to save his failing company."
Adrianne knelt to measure the hemline.
"Arthur sold you to a dead man because he didn't want Hailie to be a widow."
Gina looked at her own reflection in the three-way mirror.
Her pale face looked like carved marble.
A low, dark chuckle vibrated in her chest.
She reached out and grabbed the brass zipper of the velvet cover.
She pulled it down.
The dress was a masterpiece.
It was midnight blue, the color of a starless sky.
Thousands of microscopic black diamonds were hand-stitched into the bodice.
Gina ran her fingertips over the cold, hard stones.
There was no sadness in her eyes.
Only the thrilling, violent spark of absolute war.
"If they want me to marry a corpse."
Gina whispered to the mirror.
"I will use his empire to bury them all alive."
"Do you want me to mobilize the dark web operatives?"
Adrianne asked, her hands shaking with anger.
"We can destroy the press conference tomorrow."
"No."
Gina dropped her hand from the dress.
"Let them play their game. Track the Brooks family money. Find out where every cent is going."
Fifteen minutes later, the heavy closet doors swung open.
Gina stepped out into the hallway.
The midnight blue gown clung to her body like a second skin.
The black diamonds caught the light, flashing like shattered glass.
She no longer slouched.
Her spine was perfectly straight.
She radiated the suffocating, terrifying aura of a queen stepping onto a battlefield.
Gustaf was walking up the stairs, holding a mug of hot coffee.
He looked up.
He saw Gina.
His jaw went slack.
His fingers lost their grip.
The ceramic mug hit the carpet.
Hot coffee splashed across his expensive shoes.
Gina did not look at him.
She lifted the heavy silk skirt.
She walked down the stairs, her heels clicking in a slow, deadly rhythm.
She looked down into the foyer.
Edwina was still hugging a crying Hailie.
Gina.
"The game begins now."
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9.4
Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle.
She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running.
Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic.
But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died.
For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive.
But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night.
He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined.
Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired.
"If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets."
Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline.
Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son.
The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay.
But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket.
Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke.
She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes.
"Keep your dirty money."
She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.
7.4
Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.
8.5
Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her.
Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras.
"How could you disgrace our family name like this?"
Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite.
For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse.
Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar.
Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations.
She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained.
But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her.
Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan.
He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb.
"I will be marrying her."
Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.
9.3
For three years, Dara endured endless humiliation to be the perfect wife to billionaire Donavon Monroe.
But on their third anniversary, which was also her birthday, Donavon coldly threw divorce papers on the dining table.
He wanted her gone for his returning childhood sweetheart, completely ignoring the blistering burn on Dara's hand—a cruel injury intentionally caused by his brother just hours ago.
When Dara tearfully reminded him how she had bled and almost died to save his life three years ago, Donavon looked at her with pure disgust.
"I have zero interest in looking at the ugly scars you picked up in whatever slum you crawled out of."
He accused her of fabricating a savior complex just to secure a ring, perfectly content to let his mother and brother treat her like a glorified maid.
Dara's heart completely shattered.
She had sacrificed her life and dignity for a ruthless capitalist who viewed her as nothing but disposable trash.
With her last shred of pride, she signed the papers, ready to leave this suffocating nightmare forever.
But that night, a freak lightning storm struck the estate.
When Dara opened her eyes the next morning, she felt incredibly heavy and her center of gravity was completely wrong.
She looked in the mirror and saw Donavon's cold, chiseled face staring back at her in absolute terror.
They had swapped bodies.
Now, she held the absolute power of the Monroe empire, and Donavon was finally going to experience his family's vicious abuse firsthand.
9.5
Banished for seven years.
Aubree returns to the Hopkins family, only to be despised and cast aside like trash.
Her twin brother bribes her to leave. Her stepsister frames her as a monster.
Her arrogant fiancé wants her ruined, caged, and erased forever.
They think she's a helpless country outcast.
They don't know she's the dark web's most ruthless hacker and strategist.
She doesn't beg. She doesn't cry.
She strikes a deal with Wall Street's deadliest tycoon.
Crush the Prescotts. Ruin her enemies.
She's back to take everything they stole.