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MidReal Story
The Billionaire's Captive Bride
Scenario:Open Your Eyes, My Billionaire Husband
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Lily Carter
only to discover she is married to a billionaire. She is determined, resilient, and naive. After learning her husband's identity, she decides to leave him but gets caught by his bodyguards. Despite her initial intentions, she begins to uncover the truth about her past and her relationship with her husband. Her journey reveals hidden secrets and unexpected feelings.
Jason Reed
ruthless, and enigmatic. His motives for marrying Lily remain unclear until the end of the story. Despite his cold exterior, he shows moments of tenderness towards Lily, suggesting a deeper connection between them. His actions are driven by a desire for control and protection.
Mark Thompson
stern, and protective. Mark is tasked with keeping Lily safe and preventing her from leaving Jason's estate. Despite his tough demeanor, he shows glimpses of kindness towards Lily during their interactions.
Open Your Eyes, My Billionaire Husband
Lily Carter
When I woke up, I was in a hospital.
It was not my first time in a hospital, but it was my first time opening my eyes in one.
I tried to remember what had happened, how I ended up there, but I couldn't.
I tried to remember my name, but I couldn't remember it either.
I tried to remember anything, from the simplest thing to the most complex, but I couldn't remember a single thing.
That's when it hit me: I had amnesia.
I was so shocked that I started screaming.
The nurses and doctors came rushing into my room, trying to calm me down.
They asked me their questions: what's my name, what am I doing here, do I feel any pain?
However, I couldn't answer any of them because I simply didn't know.
One of the nurses gave me a gentle smile as she took my hand in hers.
"Don't worry, honey. We will figure it out. We are here for you."
The doctor asked me more questions while he checked my vitals.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally left me alone.
As soon as they left the room, I let out a deep breath that I didn't realize I was holding.
I tried to remember anything once more, but still, nothing.
I decided to focus on remembering things that didn't involve my past: the present.
I looked around the room.
It was a typical hospital room: white walls, a white bed, and a white curtain that separated me from the other patient in the room.
There was a bouquet of white lilies on the bedside table.
A small card was attached to it.
It read: "Get well soon, Jason."
Who was Jason?
I wondered.
The door creaked open, and a tall man walked in.
He had sharp features and dark hair.
He wore a black suit that made him look like an agent.
He had a stern expression on his face, but his eyes were soft as he looked at me.
"Lily," he said firmly but gently.
"I'm Mark, Jason's bodyguard. I'm here to take you home."
Home?I didn't know where that was.
I didn't even know who Jason was.
"Mark, I don't remember anything," I said, my voice trembling.
He hesitated for a moment before replying, "Jason is your husband, and he's been worried sick about you."
My heart skipped a beat as I asked, "Why didn't he come himself?"
Mark hesitated again, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Are you sure that's what you want, Mrs. Reed?" he asked, his voice a mix of caution and curiosity.
I nodded firmly, feeling an unfamiliar resolve building within me.
He led me out of the hospital and into a sleek black car parked outside.
The drive was silent, the cityscape blurring past as I tried to piece together fragments of my memory.
As we approached a towering glass building, Mark glanced at me in the rearview mirror.
"This is your home, Mrs. Reed," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.
We stepped out of the car and into the opulent lobby, the marble floors echoing our footsteps.
The staff's curious glances followed us as we passed, their eyes lingering on me as if I were a ghost.
Mark led me to an elevator, and we stepped inside.
He pressed the button for the top floor without a word.
The ascent was swift yet felt eternal, my mind racing with questions I couldn't answer.
As the doors opened, a lavish penthouse sprawled before me, its vast windows framing the city skyline like a canvas of twinkling lights.
Mark gestured towards a door at the end of the hallway, his expression unreadable.
I hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and approaching it.
As I reached for the handle, the door swung open to reveal a man with piercing blue eyes and a weary smile.
"Lily," he said softly, his voice filled with relief and something else I couldn't quite place.
"Jason," I breathed, feeling a strange mix of familiarity and distance as I met his gaze.
For a moment, we stood there, locked in a gaze that spoke volumes beyond words.
Then, as if breaking a spell, he stepped aside, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Welcome home," he said, his voice gentle yet commanding.
The words felt foreign on my lips, but there was something in his eyes that drew me in.
Mark nudged me forward, and I stepped inside, the room falling silent except for the ticking of an ornate clock on the wall.
Jason gestured towards a plush sofa, inviting me to sit.
I hesitated for a moment before complying, my mind racing with questions I couldn't ask.
As I sat down, he took a seat beside me, his presence both comforting and overwhelming.
"Jason," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
He turned to face me, his expression unreadable.
"Can you tell me about my past?"
I asked, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
A flicker of something crossed his face, his eyes narrowing as he considered my request.
Finally, he leaned back against the sofa, his gaze never leaving mine.
"We met at a charity gala," he began, his voice measured and deliberate.
"You were there with friends. Our paths crossed unexpectedly."
I listened intently, trying to piece together the fragments of a life I couldn't remember.
He paused, his eyes holding mine as he continued, "You seemed lost, so I offered to help you find your way."
The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths.
I shifted on the sofa, my mind reeling with the weight of a life I couldn't recall.
The room felt suffocating, the silence between us a tangible force.
Mark stood by the door, his presence a reminder of the world outside these walls.
I glanced at Jason, searching for sincerity in his expression.
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze intent.
I nodded, urging him to continue.
Curiosity battled apprehension in my chest, a mix of emotions swirling beneath the surface.
He settled back into the sofa, his fingers tapping a rhythmic pattern on the armrest.
"After the gala," he said slowly, "we spent time together, getting to know each other."
His voice was steady, yet I sensed a guardedness behind his words.
I glanced at Mark, who stood watchfully by the door, his eyes flicking between us.
The room seemed to shrink as I leaned forward, pressing him for more.
"What do you mean?"
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
"Our relationship... it was unconventional," he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor.
My mind raced with possibilities as I pressed him further.
"What reasons?"
"We were bound by secrets only the two of us could understand."
