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America,

Hospital,

in a VIP Ward...

A 25-year-old girl was lying on the bed in that room with her eyes closed. She seemed to be asleep, but beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, and there was a clear restlessness on her face, indicating that she was having a nightmare.

As time passed, her anxiety and distress kept increasing. She tossed and turned in her sleep, her arms and legs moving frantically.

After struggling like this for a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, sat up abruptly, and took deep breaths. She needed to convince herself that the nightmare she had just witnessed was nothing but a dream—just a dream and not reality.

She looked around. Everything in the hospital room was normal, but the terrifying memories of her dream still lingered in her heart. She was trying hard to regain control over herself.

The girl, whose face was flawless yet filled with fear, had dark blue eyes brimming with tears. Her lips, as delicate as rose petals, trembled slightly. Looking at her, no one could have guessed that she had been in this hospital for almost two months. In fact, she looked like she had just returned from a beauty contest.

Placing her hand over her heart, she whispered to herself, "Calm down, Elina. Relax... It was just a dream, a dream that will never come true. Times have changed. You need to be strong. Elina, you cannot let yourself be weak."

The girl's name was Elina D'Souza. She was still talking to herself when the door of the room opened.

A hot, handsome, dashing man, around 32 years old, walked inside. His face was expressionless. He looked nothing less than a Hollywood hero—his well-settled hair, neatly trimmed beard, and an aura of raw magnetism. His dark brown eyes held an intimidating depth. He was dressed in a black business suit with an overcoat draped over his shoulders.

He walked like a devil king, stopping right in front of Elina. But Elina wasn't surprised to see him at all. She knew that this was the man who had saved her life two months ago. He was the reason she was still alive.

The man casually slid his hands into his pockets and spoke in a deep, commanding voice, "Hello, Miss... Though I don't think I need to introduce myself. You do remember me, don't you? You remember why I am here?"

Elina gave him a faint, barely-there smile and said, "Forgetting you is impossible. Because no one forgets the one who gives them life. You are the one who pulled me back from the jaws of death. You are the one who saved me when I was taking my last breaths."

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Flashback

A badly damaged car was wrecked on the side of the road. Inside it, a girl was trapped. The car could explode at any moment.

Just then, a man approached the vehicle and looked inside. The girl was severely injured, groaning in pain, and pleading for help.

"Help! Please help me! I don't want to die. Please save me. In return, I am ready to give you anything. I'll do whatever you ask. Just save me, please!"

The man smirked devilishly and said, "Remember your words. Because I don't like people who break promises. And those I don't like... don't get to live in this world."

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Present Time

The man looked at Elina and said, "So, if you remember me, then I assume you also remember our deal?"

Elina nodded. "Yes, I remember everything. I am ready to do whatever you ask. But I have one request—or you can consider it my condition—I wanted this life to take revenge on my enemies, the ones who ruined my life..."

The man raised his hand, cutting her off mid-sentence. "Look, I don't care about your revenge, your enemies, or your ruined life. I only know one thing—I made a deal with you. I saved your life, and in return, you will do what I say. And now… it's time to fulfill your end of the deal."

Before finishing his sentence, the man took out his phone from his pocket. He pulled up a photo on the screen and turned it toward Elina.

Elina looked at the image and was shocked.

"Wh-What? That's... ME??" she stuttered in disbelief.

The man said coldly, "No, that's not you. That's my wife—Emma Martin. You both look exactly alike… except for your eye color."

"A week before your accident, she also had an accident. And she died."

"I have a three-year-old son who needs his mother. He has been very sick for a long time. The doctors said that if I don't bring his mother back, he might die. And I will not let my son slip into death's hands."

He fixed his gaze on Elina and continued, "When I saw you, an idea struck me. You will become my son's mother. That's why, when you offered me anything in return for saving your life, I couldn't refuse."

"So now, you will come with me and live in my house as my son's mother."

Elina's eyes widened in shock as she quickly said, "WHAT?! What are you even saying?"

The man raised an eyebrow, leaned in, grabbed her face tightly, and growled, "Lower your voice. I hate it when people raise their voices at me. I am saying exactly what was agreed upon. You will do as I say. UNDERSTAND?"

His grip tightened slightly as he warned, "And remember one thing—never, ever make the mistake of raising your voice at me again. Because in front of Eric Johnson, the only voice that matters… is Eric Johnson's."

Elina was left stunned by his words.