And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Once the toast of the city, now the ladies who once fawned over him gave him a wide berth, afraid to even whisper his name.

Rumor had it that the accident had robbed him of more than his consciousness.

What a pity it was!

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and the younger branch of the Chadwick. family found themselves clinging to the marriage for luck.

Gwendolyn’s vision was obscured by a veil as Marina, a Chadwick family servant, guided her into the mansion. The weight of the traditional headdress bore down on her, nearly bending her

neck.

She was ushered into a spacious bedroom and seated at the edge of the bed..

With a length of ribbon, Marina bound Gwendolyn’s right hand, wrapping it meticulously before securing the other end to the left hand of the man on the bed.

“You mustn’t untie it. That’s the rule,” Marina warned. “If you mess this up, the consequences

are on you.”

the stiffness in

to endure tonight with Mr. Howard. Call me if you

words, she closed the door behind her, leaving Gwendolyn alone in the eerie silence of the room, accompanied only by the incessant beeping of

drawing a small comfort from the

her kit, her swith acupuncture was

reached up to massage her neck, forgetting the ribbon binding

her hand.

on the ribbon sent beads from her headdress clinking together as she fell

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Chapter 2

bed, sending the wedding veil flying.

atop a warm body, her lips accidentally

features were pale and still, his eyes closed, his long lashes casting shadows across his face. His handsomeness was almost ethereal, marred only by the scarlet imprint her lips had left

scrambled to sit up, attempting to rub away the lipstick mark on his face. In her haste, her hair became entangled with the buttons of his pajamas, creating

her scalp burned and her eyes watered from

the tighter the

brushed his again and again in her efforts to free

this scene, they’d think she was brazen, not even sparing a man in a