The Paralyzed Billionaire and his nurse: A love story
today felt entirely different.
An hour ago, a strange, inexplicable sensation had settled deep within my chest. It wasn't the heavy, suffocating panic that Elena’s poison had left behind, nor was it the hollow, aching grief that had consumed my mind for five months. It was a sudden, electric stillness. It felt as if a violent storm inside my brain had instantly cleared, leaving behind a cold, sharp, and entirely terrifying clarity.
My heart was beating in a completely different rhythm—fast, aggressive, and purposeful. My gut was screaming at me. Every instinct that had made me a predator in the business world was suddenly standing on end, pointing toward the East.
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