I Became the Billionaire's Fake Lover to Get My Revenge

Anna’s heavy eyelids fluttered open, and she instinctively tried to turn over, only to flinch as a deep, unfamiliar soreness in her lower back sent a sharp jolt through her body. A soft groan of discomfort escaped her lips.

For the first time since waking up in this hospital room, she had actually slept soundly—peacefully, even—free from the relentless nightmares that usually haunted her.

But as the reason for such restful sleep rushed back to her, warmth flooded her cheeks, turning them a deep shade of crimson. Her heart pounded, wild and erratic, like a caged bird suddenly desperate for freedom.

Last night had been... magical. Almost unreal.

But it had happened.

I slept with him... I slept with William Stark.

The realization jolted her upright, and as she moved, a light spring breeze drifted in through the open window, teasing over her bare skin.

Only then did she fully register her nakedness, sending another wave of heat surging through her body. She clutched the blanket, hastily wrapping it around her shoulders.

"You slept quite a lot," William’s voice reached her ears, smooth yet unexpectedly lighthearted. "I was about to leave, but I’m glad you woke up before I could."

Startled, Anna turned to face him, her lips parting, though the words stumbled clumsily on her tongue. "Y-you’re l-leaving?"

William chuckled, his gaze glinting with amusement as he settled down at the foot of the bed. "Why? Do you want us to repeat what we did last night?"