Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 1095

Chapter 1095

Three Days Later...

When Chloe finally woke up again, she found herself in a hospital bed, the world around her blurred and distant. Everything felt heavy, as if she were floating somewhere between a dream and reality.

She remembered only fragments: being trapped with Connor beneath a mountain of collapsing earth, the suffocating darkness pressing in from all directions. When the rocks started to fall, Connor had thrown himself over her, using his body as a shield. He took the brunt of every blow, every crushing weight.

He was hurt-badly.

Pinned down, unable to move, Chloe did the only thing she could think of: she sang. It didn't matter that her voice was off-key and shaky. She just kept singing, again and again, desperate not to let the silence swallow them whole.

At some point, Connor stopped responding.

She could still remember how the terror crept in, how it threatened to consume her. She kept singing, even as her voice cracked and she felt herself slipping away. She didn't dare stop-because silence meant she was alone.

Time lost all meaning. Somewhere in that endless dark, she thought she heard someone calling her name, maybe even Connor's voice-one she hadn't heard in what felt like forever. She didn't know if it was real or just some fever dream before death.

Chloe forced her eyes open.

Faces appeared above her, crowding around the bed.

"Mom, you're finally awake!" Tim's voice broke, and he started sobbing.

"Chloe..."

"Chloe..."

"Little sis..."

tangled together, washing over her in a wave. Only then did Chloe realize this wasn't a dream.

cleared a little. She fought to speak, her

name, everyone's faces

She didn't know where the strength came from, but she tried

ready to burst. She couldn't hold

still alive." Ruby, her mother, answered quickly, trying to comfort her. Relief washed over Chloe. Alive-that was

look at everyone's faces told her that even if

he?" she

sigh, watching Chloe carefully.

big window outside the intensive care unit. Through the glass, she saw Conno surrounded by machines. His fegs were wrapped in heavy casts, his ribs bandaged. His face was pale and so thin it broke her

still fighting for

in her chest. Connor had risked everything to protect her, and here she was-alive and

she felt a kind of cold,

was so deep, people wondered if she could survive losing him, if she'd even want

night, talking to him, telling him everything, taking care of him in every way

so much together. It's time for

room next door, Grant was fighting his own battle. When they'd found him, he was almost buried alive, his body battered and broken. The doctors

had visited

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