Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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.”

moved her body slightly, only

on the surface.” Chris carried on while moistening her lips. “They’re quite severe,

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

piece together the

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 feeling intensified after she

ago, those pursuers attacked

recalled it

the silence, she softly

chaotic then. They were ruthless, aiming for my head. It was

must have been excruciating, even for

recovering. We can talk about the details

might not identify those individuals, I know who

“What?”

“It must be Kaitlyn!”

into his

his brows furrowing. “Why are you so