Married a Secret Billionaire

Lena felt like she was trapped in a nightmarish place, surrounded by horrible creatures that seemed to be tearing at her body. The pain was excruciating, and she wanted to scream, but her voice felt stifled.

After what seemed like an eternity, she sensed a faint coolness, and she managed to move her lips, finally mustering a few words. “Water… Water…”

Then, someone dampened a cotton swab with water and gently touched it to her lips. It brought relief, and her intense feelings of agitation and anxiety began to ease. She struggled to open her eyes.

“You’re awake?” A familiar voice reached her.

Lena’s heart raced. Her awareness gradually returned, and her surroundings started becoming clearer. “It’s… you?”

The man before her appeared somewhat different from the Chris she knew. Her image of Chris was that of a charming and honest person with a strong, rugged face projecting a tough and sturdy demeanor.

But now, his eye sockets looked hollow, dark circles ringed his eyes, and his beard was unkempt. Despite this, his smile remained just as she remembered.

Lena gazed at him for a moment before speaking in a daze, “You… Why are you here? I…”

“Calm down. Save your energy,” Chris quickly advised, then briefly explained her situation, “When I found you, you were badly hurt. I rushed you to the hospital, and the doctors worked for two days to pull you back from the brink of death.”

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surface.” Chris carried on while moistening her lips. “They’re quite severe, but you’ve been making progress. If you rest and

looked at her seriously. “Lena, who are those people

together the events and context

a letter for Lina, she departed from the Thompsons’. Her goal was to investigate Kaitlyn. Instead of using her ID to buy a ticket, she hitchhiked the entire way. While traveling, she sensed that someone was following her, and this

a few days ago, those pursuers attacked her right after

it being the most brutal fight she had

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head. It was clear they wanted me dead! At that moment… I couldn’t clearly see their

deep and shallow, must have been excruciating, even for a

recovering. We can talk about the details

not identify those individuals,

“What?”

“It must be Kaitlyn!”

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