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.”

only to

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

water cup down and looked at her seriously. “Lena, who

to piece together the events

her ID to buy a ticket, she hitchhiked the entire way. While traveling, she sensed that someone was following her, and this feeling intensified after she left Centrolis.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated

ago, those pursuers attacked her right after

throbbed. Some events were fragmented. She recalled it

softly replied,

Everything was chaotic then. They were ruthless, aiming for my head. It was clear they wanted

heart heavy. The wounds, both deep and shallow, must have

now, focus on recovering. We can talk about

identify those individuals, I

“What?”

“It must be Kaitlyn!”

into his eyes, her