The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The first thing Jane noticed was the sharp smell of antiseptic and the cool, sterile air. She tried to move, but a dull ache spread through her body—as if she had been beaten for days. Her limbs felt heavy, and her throat was dry.Weakly, she raised her hand. That’s when she saw it: a cannula. A shiver ran through her. This was not a nightmare."Where... am I?" she croaked in a hoarse whisper.She tried to sit up, but her body refused to cooperate. Panic bubbled beneath the surface as her mind raced with questions. Was this the afterlife? No—it could not be. If this were heaven, why did everything hurt? Or was this already hell?"I'm finished," she murmured.Before she could think more, the door creaked open. A nurse entered, carrying a tray. Her steps faltered, and the moment their eyes met, the tray clattered to the floor. The nurse bolted out of the room and returned seconds later with a doctor in tow.The doctor stepped closer and shone a light into Jane’s eyes. Squinting, she met

It had been a month since Jane woke up from her coma, and things were slowly starting to get better. One thing she was especially grateful for was that Dante and Diego never left her side. She would be lying if she said she was okay—her heart still felt terrible—but she reminded herself to be grateful for life once again.Leaving her room, she went to meet Dr. White for her final checkup. His response brought a sense of relief. "Congratulations, Miss Stadler. You are back on track. I will process your discharge now, so get ready to leave. I hope we don’t meet again unless it’s for something great, okay?" He had given her the best news she could have hoped for.After leaving his office, she returned to her hospital room and found Dante sitting there. "Miss Stadler, how are you doing today? I was ordered to come pick you up and also give you this," he said in his usual professional yet charming tone. Dante always had a way of passing messages, something Jane liked about him. But what ha

Jane knew that her presence at the office was seen as a threat, and she did not intend for things to escalate further. She had not come to make friends—she was here to learn and to prove to Diego that she was capable of taking over the business. Still trying to find her footing, she wondered what her next move should be.Perhaps she should wait until others arrived—or maybe just play a few harmless games on her phone. As she minimized an app, a message popped up from Diego:"Hope you are prepared for the press conference?"Jane frowned. She couldn’t recall being told about any press conference. Ever since waking up, it felt as though fragments of her past had been left behind. Explain to me why I'm still forgetting things like this, she thought.She quickly texted back, "Okay, when should I leave the office?" The word "office" was new to her—once, Jane had been just a housewife, but now she sat behind her own desk, attempting to live a life that felt both foreign and empowering. Just

When they got home, Diego refused to let her walk; he carried her to her room. "Drop me, Diego—people are watching. I don't want to complicate the situation!" she screamed as she hit his back. But he didn’t even answer her. Immediately, Ms. Rose saw him and ran to get help. They quickly opened the door. Ms. Rose, the eldest assistant on the Orlov estate, had raised Diego Orlov after his mother abandoned him and left his father for someone richer. To this day, no one knows if Diego Orlov’s mother, Ms. Sarah Orlov, is still alive. People stared at them, whispering among themselves as Diego carried her to her room. Once he dropped her on her bed, she tried to speak, but he quickly shut her up. "Shhh... blabber mouth, do not say a word," he ordered. This made Jane remain silent, silently watching him as if she were speaking in her mind. She observed his every move.Diego then left the room and returned with a first aid kit while Mr. Leo ran after him. "Let me take care of her wounds," Mr.

"Who pushed me, Diego? Why won't you say anything?" Jane kept urging Diego to tell her who did it, but Diego remained silent. "I can't say things without facts. The only person who saw who pushed you—the only witness was my father and he—died years ago, so until I get my hands on evidence or probably another witness, I just can't tell you,I have my reasons" Diego responded, wanting to leave again."you have your reasons?? but Wait, don't go yet. What should I do now? I feel so horrible—I have been suffering all this time, paying debts without knowing they've been paid, performing duties that weren't needed. What should I do now, huh? Please don't leave yet," Jane muttered. She wasn't feeling fine at all; the pain and betrayal were hitting her hard. She wished she hadn't asked him, and at the same time, she was furious. Even though Diego refused to tell her and had a valid reason, she decided not to disturb him further. Instead, she asked, "How were you after your sister passed?" Immed