Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife

My father called me into the opulent living room just to announce that my arranged marriage had been given to my stepsister.

Olivia, wearing a smug smile in her Chanel suit, had stolen my fiancé. And as compensation, I was ordered to marry his older brother, Julian—a paralyzed outcast who lived in the neglected, rotting wing of the Sharpe estate.

When I refused to be tossed away like trash, my father used my only weakness.

"Sign the agreement. Otherwise, you know your brother's medical bills..."

My brother Ethan was lying in a hospital bed, trapped in his own body by a rare neurotoxin. I had no choice but to sign the paper and be shipped off to the Sharpe family that very night.

There, I was treated like a joke. The servants placed bets on my humiliation, and my new stepmother-in-law ambushed me with a public brunch to mock my country background.

They all thought I was just a docile, uneducated pawn they could bully and discard.

They didn't know about my perfect SAT score, my hidden Columbia University acceptance letter, or the jar of contaminated soil from my hometown I kept hidden in my bag. They didn't know I already understood the biochemistry of the poison destroying my brother's brain.

Looking at the arrogant family trying to step all over me, and my observant, wheelchair-bound husband who was slowly uncovering my secrets, I smiled coldly.

I didn't come to New York to be a trophy wife, I came for revenge.