I'm the despised fake heiress of the Capital Elite Circle. When the real heiress returned, I was hastily married off to the notorious comatose heir rumored to have a violent temperament. On my wedding night, I lay on the cold marriage bed, forced to listen to the passionate sounds of the real heiress and my former fiancé from the next room. Suddenly, a burning hand gripped my wrist. I opened my eyes to find myself staring into deep, unfathomable dark eyes. "Who are you?" the man asked, his voice hoarse from years of silence. Looking at his face—which resembled his younger brother (my ex-fiancé) but was a hundred times more handsome—I leaned closer and whispered softly in his ear: "Husband, I'm your wife. Your brother has been tormenting me. You need to help me."