I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

ELOWENI stared at the man. My chest tightened, and harsh memories flared— his mother’s cruelty, the shadows of my past, the betrayal that had never truly left me. I saw him standing there, calm, measured, yet something in his eyes made my pulse stutter…He didn’t move forward immediately. He studied me, every bandage, every bruise, every faint tremor as if he could read all the pain written across my body. His gaze flickered— not of malice, not entirely, but of guilt, thinly masked by the calm he presented to the world…I could feel Alexander’s tension before I even noticed it. His body shifted subtly, shoulders squared, his jaw tight, eyes alert and unwavering. Protective, territorial, but controlled— Alexander’s presence was a wall beside me, a steady pulse in the chaos.“Adrian,” Alexander’s voice was low, and deliberate. Every word is measured. There was no aggression yet, but the weight of it pressed down on the room. “What are you doing here?”Adrian’s gaze didn’t waver from

ELOWEN I tried to inhale deeply and only realized I couldn’t. My lungs moved, but the command felt delayed, muffled, like my body was responding through water.“Mara…” I whispered, my throat was hurting. My tongue felt thick. Heavy. My words slurred together, barely recognizable.She looked at me then. And she smiled.It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t kind. It was thin and knowing, the kind of smile that carried secrets sharp enough to cut.Fear exploded in my chest. I tried to move my hand. Nothing happened.I tried to lift my head. My neck wouldn’t respond.I tried to speak, scream for help, but my lips were stuck, my tongue was heavy, falling apart. Panic roared through me, wild and blinding, but my body stayed frozen, trapped beneath the weight of its own betrayal. My heart pounded furiously, yet my limbs lay useless, heavy as stone.Then— the door opened again.Another nurse stepped inside, her face hidden behind a mask. She closed the door carefully behind her and locked it.The clic

ELOWENSound came back first… Not all at once. Just a pulse.A soft, mechanical rhythm that kept intruding on the nothingness I was floating in. A distant, steady beep… beep… beep… that felt less like noise and more like something tugging at me, reminding me that I was still tethered to a body somewhere.I didn’t open my eyes. I wasn’t sure I could.The sound thickened, layered with other things— murmurs drifting in and out, footsteps passing somewhere I couldn’t see, the faint hiss of oxygen moving through tubing… It all felt far away, like I was listening from underwater.My mouth tasted wrong. Dry. Bitter. Metallic.Every breath scraped my throat as though I had swallowed sand, and when air finally reached my lungs, it burned, sharp and invasive, as if my body wasn’t entirely convinced it belonged to me anymore.Pain followed then… Not the familiar, dull ache I had grown accustomed to over the past days— but something different. Something deeper. More personal. More death like. Th

ELOWENI woke to the sound of machines…Beep... Beep... Beep…But why does it feel that something was wrong with the silence around them?I frowned faintly, my brows knitting together as awareness returned in fragments. The sound was familiar enough to unsettle me, but something was wrong.The smell…I inhaled slowly, expecting the sharp sting of antiseptic, the sterile bite of disinfectant that had clung to my throat for days. But it wasn’t there.Instead, the air smelled… clean. Warm. Almost faintly woody, like polished furniture and expensive fabric.My eyelids fluttered open… The ceiling staring back at me wasn’t white.It was high, detailed with subtle molding, soft golden light spilling from recessed fixtures that didn’t buzz or flicker the way hospital lights always did. The room felt too quiet. Too composed. Like it had been designed to impress rather than heal.Confusion washed over me in a slow, disorienting wave.For a few seconds, my mind refused to connect the dots.I b

ALEXANDERThe first thing that broke me was the quiet...Not the peaceful kind. It was the kind that lets you breathe.This silence was wrong. It pressed in on the room like a held breath, like something waiting to collapse.“Elowen?” I called again, my voice sharp, already edged with panic.And it worsened when I was greeted with silence. I crossed the room in long strides, my eyes sweeping every corner, every shadow. The bed was untouched. The chair beside it was empty. Her phone lay on the bedside table exactly where she had left it the night before, screen dark, and untouched. Her cardigan was draped over the arm of the chair, sleeves hanging loose, like she had slipped out of it and never come back.My chest tightened...“Elowen,” I said again, louder this time, my pulse thundering in my ears.Nothing.“She wouldn’t leave,” I muttered to myself, already moving, already tearing the room apart. “She wouldn’t.”I grabbed her phone, unlocked it with shaking fingers… No messages. N