CHAPTER 5

I felt my body being lifted, then gently placed onto something soft.

“Sky… I’m sorry.”

After that, I sank into darkness.

In my dream, I used force to push someone onto a bed and straddled him.

Like a wild animal finally freed from its cage, driven purely by instinct, I attacked the person beneath me.

“No… Sky…”

Moans and low groans filled the air. 

Everything felt unbearably hot, intoxicating, addictive.

I buried my face against his neck, inhaled his scent, then bit down—marking him as mine.

***

I woke to the smell of disinfectants and antiseptics. My eyes were blurry as I first opened them, trying to figure out where I was.

Seeing the simple, white room and the hospital bed I occupied, I realized I was in a hospital. 

I sighed in relief—this confirmed it was just a dream. I hadn’t woken up in some strange hotel room or unfamiliar place, but in a hospital. 

So it must really be a dream. 

But really? Wet dreams in a hospital? Well, it must be because of the aphrodisiac. 

My body ached all over, especially my arm, where I had stabbed it. Once the grogginess lifted and my mind felt clearer, I pushed myself up to sit and checked if my bag was nearby. It was—placed neatly on the table beside the bed.

I reached out and picked up my phone. The first thing I saw when I swiped up the lock screen was a social media post.

WOW_SHOCKING: [Did Actress Antonette Madonna and CEO of Salvatore Corporation, Vercel Salvatore, break up?]

Insiders were shocked as Salvatore Corporation CEO Vercel Salvatore reportedly stormed out of the Whisper Hotel in a furious rage, looking disheveled and tense. 

Not far behind, actress Antonette Madonna was seen tearfully chasing after him, her expression a mix of worry and heartbreak. 

Eyewitnesses claim their encounter looked like a scene from a soap opera—full of raw emotion, tension, and unanswered questions.

(Attach with 9 pictures)

I didn’t want to bother reading some gossip, my finger already tapping the exit button below. Instead, I clicked a close-up picture of Vercel. That’s when I noticed it—a deep bite mark on his neck.

I didn’t pay it much mind because I knew it must have been Antonette or one of his other women.

After the home screen appeared, my interest in my phone evaporated. I turned it off and gazed out the window at the life passing by.

A moment later, the doorknob clicked, and the door swung open. I turned my head and saw a familiar figure.

“Doctor Doren,” I greeted. The cold, composed doctor nodded, a folder in his hand as he walked toward me.

Standing beside me, he began his examination.

“How are you feeling, Ms. Sky?”

“I’m fine.”

He opened the folder. “With a deep wound on your arm, several bruises across your body, and yet you claim to feel nothing… Ms. Sky, I recommend a comprehensive exam. We need to determine if you might have congenital analgesia.”

For some reason, I laughed at his—I suppose— cold joke. 

“Though seeing you laugh… I suppose that’s a good sign.”

I exhaled with a small sigh.

“It’s painful, yes, but manageable. I’ve experienced worse, so this is nothing. By the way, did you help manage the aphrodisiac in my body last night? Thank you.”

Doctor Doren didn’t respond immediately. He was focused on my results.

“It’s nothing. But… don’t you have a husband? Wouldn’t it have been better to let him handle your problem? That way, you wouldn’t suffer unnecessarily.” His gaze lingered on my bandaged arms.

I rolled my eyes. “I could have tolerated that… if he hadn’t been the one who drugged me.”

“Your husband… drugged you?”

I shrugged.

“Is that why you didn’t tell him about your terminal illness?”

I fell silent. A month ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I couldn’t remember the exact type, but it was severe—life-threatening. I had no idea why I suddenly contracted it, maybe the world just hated me that much.

Even if I wanted treatment, money was a problem. My salary and savings wouldn’t cover the operation. And Vercel’s money? Forget it. I hadn’t touched a single penny since we married. The only things I used were the clothes he bought for me; as for jewelry, I wore sparingly, afraid that I might lose it. 

“Ms. Sky, there’s still hope. You can’t give up on your life. Bruises from extreme sports… now self-inflicted wounds… Please, cherish your life.”

His words stunned me. I met his serious gaze, unable to speak.

I wasn’t that familiar with Doctor Doren. Our first encounter had been at the hospital, when I fainted at work. 

He diagnosed my terminal illness then. I later learned he was Vercel’s best friend—a connection I had never really understood.

Like a cold and responsible doctor and a playboy CEO? Well, the only connection I could really think of between them was that they are from an elite family.  

Rouvence van Doren came from a pharmaceutical family that owned countless hospitals around the world, giving them significant influence in the field. Maybe that's why an elite man like him became a doctor. 

I smiled at him, gratitude shining through. “Thank you, Doctor. I’ll listen to you. Since learning about my condition, I’ve been cherishing every moment.”

The expression on his face, speechless, made me giggle. My eyes then drifted to his Adam’s apple, where a distinct bite mark stood out.

Unable to resist teasing, I asked, “So… you have a girlfriend? Do I get the chance to meet her?”

“What are you talking about?” His stern gaze met mine. 

But as my eyes danced from his Adam’s apple to his face, realization dawned.

“You…”

The cold, composed doctor I’d known for only a short time turned beet red. I was stunned at the sudden flush.

He noticed, hastily excused himself, and hurried out the door.

I laughed as he left. I had never imagined seeing that expression on him.

I wasn’t sure if it was all a coincidence.

That afternoon, Rowen visited. I noticed deep bite marks on his arms as well.

Later, Secretary Quinn stopped by, and he, too, bore bite marks—on his hands and ears.

I scratched my head, perplexed. Why did everyone around me have bite marks?

Were they all in relationships with women so wild and possessive that they left marks like these?

Wow. That’s… impressive.