The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 2

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Yves Quigley was the youngest son of Mr. Quigley Sr.—a man so calculating that even his own father kept a wary distance. At only thirty, Yves already held the reins of the Quigley Group, but three months ago, he had been attacked under mysterious circumstances and hadn’t woken since. The doctors said he was in a vegetative state, and that he’d likely never open his eyes again.

Lindsay knew all about Yves’ condition. She also knew something no one else did: in six months, Yves would wake up and reclaim everything that was rightfully his, and when he did, the Quigley family would be thrown into chaos.

She understood marriage was no trifling matter, but she was painfully aware of what kind of place the Quigley family was—a ruthless house that chewed people up and spat out their bones. Among them, Yves was her best option. He was the only one who had ever really cared about her.

In her previous life, Lindsay had learned this too late. On her deathbed, she’d seen Yves—the man the world called The Iceman—clutching her broken body and weeping, confessing everything he’d hidden for years.

Only then did she realize that Yves had been protecting her from the shadows all along, helping her in ways she’d mistakenly credited to Lester. That misunderstanding had colored her view of Lester, and little by little, her heart had drifted away.

Now, fate had given her a second chance. She was determined to make things right with Yves, and to make those who had hurt her pay for what they’d done.

“Mr. Quigley,” Lindsay said, her voice steady, “I won’t hide it from you. I’ve always had feelings for Yves. I admire his maturity and his strength. In your family, he’s the only one I’d ever consider marrying.”

“Lindsay, you…” The old man looked troubled, weighing her words with a heavy heart.

Tonight’s dinner had been to fulfill a promise to an old friend, but Lindsay was passing over his three outstanding grandsons for a man in a coma. If word got out, people would think the Quigley were forcing her into misery.

“If you’re not interested in Lester, what about the other two? Lewis and Leif are both fine young men.” Mr. Quigley was clearly hoping to steer her away from Yves—having her marry a comatose man would be a stain on the family’s reputation.

Helen and the other two daughters-in-law, terrified Lindsay would choose their own sons, rushed to refuse her on Lindsay’s behalf.