Arranged To A Billionaire In Coma

Ophelia's POV"Happy anniversary Hudson," I whispered into the air, as I sat down in the cozy corner of my art gallery carefully adding the final touch to the fictional wedding portrait I made as an anniversary gift to my boyfriend of two years.This was my way of throwing a hint at Hudson, letting him know I was ready to go on a forever deal with him.Sighing deeply, I stepped back to admire my work one last time."Perfect," I muttered, smiling from ear to ear as I stared at the portrait that had Hudson and me standing under an arch of flowers, with our faces glowing with sheer happiness.The image of Hudson's face when I presented him with this gift made me giddy. I could almost hear him laughing, his deep warm voice teasing me for my crazy imagination.I glanced over the clock and realised it was almost time for the engagement ceremony of one of my major investors, Anita.I quickly changed out of my paint-streaked clothes, and into an ash-coloured gown, which hugged my features jus

Ophelia's POVGenevieve must have heard the news about what actually triggered my Dad's heart attack. In as much as her words stung, they were the absolute truth. Seeing me might trigger another heart attack, and I couldn't bear that guilt.I parted my lips to say something but the words cut in my throat, instead I gave Genevieve a silent nod and sat down on the chair just outside the ICU.The hours crawled by, and I found myself drifting in and out of a restless sleep.As dawn began to break, I stretched my stiff limbs, and leaned back in the uncomfortable chair. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep because my eyes were heavy, the door to the ICU opened, and Genevieve stepped out."Ophelia," she called out softly. "Your Dad wants to see you.""How is he?" I asked, as I stifled a yawn, and stretched my limbs one last time."Go see for yourself she said," she answered, and gestured for me to go in.My legs felt heavy with every step I took, I was anxious and didn't know what to e

Ophelia's POVI woke up to the stark white ceiling of a hospital as I laid in bed with a throbbing headache. How I got here, I had no idea. The last I remembered was the old man….. Mr. Andrew told me he wanted to invest in my gallery and he came on behalf of Dominic Blackwood. If my memories serve me right, Dominic Blackwood was the name of my supposed husband. I've never been more confused in my entire life as different thoughts raced through my mind. Was Mr. Andrew really from Dominic? Or was this another one of Hudson and Anita's ploys. It didn't seem like they knew about it, because Anita was equally surprised as I was when he informed me he wanted to invest in my gallery. Well, if that's not the case, the question now would be, how was my supposed husband who is supposedly in a coma aware of the arrangements made between our parents? Also, how did he even know about my failing gallery? It's barely two days since all this mess.Trying to make sense out of all this nonsense only