Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Waiting A week had passed since Aren had become unconscious. Throughout this time, I basically lived in the clinic, only migrating between my Grandma’s room and my husband’s room. I quickly found out that frustration and restlessness weren’t the only things that I had to struggle with in the meantime. Being Aren’s wife came with responsibilities that I hadn’t been aware of until the moment my husband fell into a coma, and I was given the authority over… basically everything he owned.

Aren’s suite within the clinic had strangely become my office; the place where I met Neil, the lawyers, and even Lan Diamond Corporation’s executives. I was terrified of every decision I had to make on my own in Aren’s name. Neil helped me as much as he could, but at the end of the day, I was the one calling all the shots.

I spent endless hours in front of my computer, learning about business terms and definitions that would help me understand what those people were talking to me about. Thank God that I was a fast learner. Nonetheless, I barely slept and even fainted in the bathroom once. Doctor Crawford threatened me that he would put me into one of the clinic’s hospital rooms if I didn’t start taking care of myself better. As much as I loved that guy, I didn’t want to become his patient… I couldn’t. I had no time for that.

While I was sitting by Aren’s bed, Jack and Chris spent their days taking care of the mess that Packton and his men made. The case had reached the highest authorities’ ears and the investigation was now moving at full speed. With the recording from the night at the Red Hook and the evidence Norton, Alan, and I had found provided by Jack Collins, Lester Packton, his men who were visible in the recording, Francis Marshall senior and junior, and Nolan Marshall were all accused of a series of charges. Of course, I was happy with that result, especially since it had given Jack his job back, but this whole mission hadn’t brought us any closer to finding out the identity of the man who had planned my kidnapping.

“Are you still sitting here?” Jack frowned, looking at me as I was leaning over Aren’s bed.

I shrugged. “Where else would I be?”

He walked closer, crossing his hands over his chest. “I thought that the doctor told you that there is nothing endangering his current state. All he needs to do is wake up.”

“Yes, and I will be

look miserable and exhausted. Do you think he would have wanted you to act like this? Go get some

sign.” “Cora, you are overworking yourself, and you are stressed. Go home,” Jack said commandingly. “I can’t go back to the penthouse, Jack!” I snapped. “I can’t go there because I can’t handle being there without Aren! I will go insane there, Jack…” My agitated tone

soft cry.

hugged me. “I didn’t mean

me. Yet, you can start investigating Aren’s mother’s death. You can begin by checking George Richardson and looking for the missing pathology report. I can contact you with my friends, Alan and Norton if you need help with tracing bank transactions and stuff like that.” A sound of frustration escaped Jack’s throat. “You begin to sound like him, you know? You became a boss a little over a week ago, and you already order me around. For your information, I am already on the case. It is now officially reopened, and I will soon work with the prosecutors’ office to form charges against James Winton and George Richardson,” he stated, frowning at me. I couldn’t help

to death!” he exclaimed., “Jack… Keep your voice down,” I said calmly, glaring at him. “This is a patient’s room, and you need to be quiet.” “You are impossible,” he huffed, helplessly dropping his hands before he walked toward the door. “Take

about, but I had no time to think about it. I grabbed my computer, took the pile of documents, and started going through every paragraph on every page while simultaneously reading emails from lawyers and managers. Thankfully, Neil kept sending me a list of issues and people’s requests that I could temporarily ignore, hoping that Aren would wake up before I would be forced to make my decision. I had never thought that I would be forced to run a multi-billion dollar corporation with hundreds of people wanting to eat me alive every day.

with the documents around 1 AM. I was dead tired, but at the same time, I felt a strong need to confess to someone. I left Aren’s room and walked down the corridor to my Grandma’s. She looked as peaceful as ever in the rose room where

I took a deep breath as a smile instantly curled my lips at the thought of what I was about to say. “I broke with the women of the Bell family’s tradition. I got married, and I fell in love with my husband. He treats me well, and I hope that one day he will

to follow in her and Mom’s footsteps and struggle on my own for many years. I was the first to have a man by my side, even if it was a contractual marriage. “You know, Granny… The man I love is in a coma right now. He is lying in a bed