Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 273

AUTHOR’S POV.

The hospital wing of the Evergreen manor was quiet, with sunlight filtering through gauzy curtains. The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor was the only sound that broke the stillness. Alina lay motionless on the bed, her face pale against the white sheets, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.

Beside her, Luna sat curled in an armchair, her legs tucked beneath her, a book open in her hands. She had been reading aloud in a low, soothing tone even though her voice trembled occasionally, betraying the exhaustion that had set deep into her bones.

Her fingers, however, never stopped holding Alina’s hand. Every so often, she would squeeze gently, whispering, “You’ll wake up soon, Lina. I know you will.”

Three days had passed since the night Alina collapsed. Three long, terrifying days where Luna and Damien had taken turns sitting by her side. Darius barely left the manor’s west wing, barking orders to security and doctors alike, his fury barely restrained. But beneath that anger was fear,fear of losing her all over again.

Luna had been reading from a novel she got at a book store. She had contacted Talia who told her it was Alina’s favorite.

She was midway through a passage when she felt the faintest twitch in the hand she was holding.

Her eyes widened, and the book fell onto her lap. “Alina?” she whispered, leaning forward, her voice trembling. “Alina, sweetheart, can you hear me?”

For a heartbeat, nothing. Then, a slow flutter of eyelashes.

Alina’s brow furrowed slightly, as if pushing through a heavy fog. The light was too bright, her body weak and uncooperative. Her throat felt dry, her chest ached, but she managed a small, broken sound, a breath that almost formed her mother’s name.

“Mo-”

Luna gasped, tears immediately filling her eyes. “Oh my God, you’re awake,” she choked out, standing so quickly the chair scraped against the marble floor. She cupped Alina’s face, brushing back strands of her hair. “You scared us half to death!”

Alina blinked, her vision still hazy, but Luna’s familiar face slowly came into focus. She tried to smile, but her lips trembled. “How… long?”

“Three days,” Luna said, her voice cracking. “You’ve been asleep for three whole days, Lina. We thought-” she stopped herself, pressing her lips together to stifle a sob. “It doesn’t matter now. You’re awake. That’s all that

matters.”

Alina’s gaze flickered around the room, recognizing it now, it was the west wing’s medical suite. Damien had shown her during the tour. The faint scent of antiseptic mixed with roses filled the air. Her body felt heavy, but her mind was painfully sharp.

And in that sharpness, she remembered everything.

The manor. The blood. The attack. The hypnosis. Elena’s smile. Silas’s silence. The voice of the man behind the tinted window.

And Lucius? the boy with beautiful Hazel eyes who had promised to always protect her.

Her heart clenched violently.

Luna noticed the flicker in her expression and squeezed her hand again. “Hey… it’s okay. Don’t push yourself. You need to rest.”

Alina nodded faintly, though her throat felt tight. “I… I just feel a little weak.”

“I’ll call the doctor,” Luna said immediately, rushing to the door. “He said to notify him the moment you woke up.”

Alina closed her eyes briefly, trying to compose herself before Luna returned with Dr. Haven, a man in his late fifties with a kind but observant face. He moved with calm efficiency, checking her pulse, eyes, and blood pressure.

“Well,” he said after a few minutes, smiling faintly, “it’s good to have you back with us, Miss Alina. You gave us quite the scare.”

Alina tried to return his smile but only managed a small nod. “I… I don’t remember much.” She murmured softly.

“That’s perfectly normal,” Dr. Haven replied, jotting notes on his clipboard. “You experienced a sudden neurological shock. Your brain’s been trying to reconcile suppressed memories with your current state.”

Her fingers twitched at his words, but she kept her voice calm. “Oh” She managed. “I was told I was unconscious for three days.”

“Yes.” He confirmed. “Your body needed time to recover from the chemical imbalance. We’ve flushed out the remaining traces of the suppressants from your system. You’ll probably feel weak for a while, but that’s expected.”

He looked at her more closely, lowering his tone. “Do you remember anything significant? Flashes, sensations, perhaps faces or names?”

Alina hesitated. Her mind was a storm of images, the doctor with cold eyes, the sound of Elena’s voice calling her Alina for the first time, the way Lucius used to smile when she stole his dessert, Damien’s laughter echoing in the manor halls.

She wanted to tell them. She wanted to tell Luna, Damien, everyone. But she also knew what Darius would do if he found out…he would push the marriage, insist she fulfill the long–promised bond between the Stormvale and the Evergreen.

And she wasn’t ready for that. Not when she didn’t even understand her own heart.

Because every time she thought of Lucius, her chest hurt… that quiet, inexplicable longing that had haunted her since she started to hear about him. But then she feels guilt that was tangled with confusion afterward because she wasn’t supposed to feel that way when she was in love with Lucian.

She hated it. She hated herself for it.

“Flashes,” she said finally, her tone soft but steady. “Just… flashes. Faces I can’t quite place. Voices. It’s like. looking through fog.”

Dr. Haven smiled, seemingly pleased. “That’s a very good sign, Miss Alina. It means your brain is reestablishing neural connections naturally. With time and rest, you’ll remember everything. Don’t force it. Let it come at its own pace.”

She nodded quietly. “Thank you, doctor.”

He gathered his tools and patted her hand gently. “You’re very strong. Keep resting, and avoid emotional stress for now. I’ll let your father know you’re awake.”

As he left, Luna exhaled deeply and sat beside her again, holding her hand tightly. “I swear, Lina, you nearly stopped my heart,” she whispered with a tearful laugh. “You were so still, I—”

Her voice cracked again, and she pressed her forehead against Alina’s hand. “Don’t ever do that again, you hear me?”

Alina smiled faintly, brushing her mom’s hair with trembling fingers. “I’ll try not to mom,” she whispered, her tone soft but weighted with emotion. “I didn’t mean to scare anyone.”

A quiet knock came at the door, and Damien stepped in. His expression was a mix of relief and restrained emotion. “You’re awake,” he said, his voice rough around the edges. “Finally.”

Alina’s eyes softened. “Hey you,” she murmured, her lips curving slightly.

He stepped closer, crossing his arms but unable to hide the slight smile tugging at his mouth. “You had everyone on edge,” he said. “Even Father was yelling at everyone on sight for three whole days. That’s how bad it was.”

Luna shot him a look through teary eyes. “Damien,” she scolded softly.

He shrugged lightly. “What? It’s true.”

The three of them shared a quiet laugh, the kind born not from humor but relief.

Alina’s laughter faded into a sigh, her gaze flicking from Luna to Damien. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For worrying you both.”

Luna shook her head immediately, gripping her hand tighter. “Don’t you dare apologize. You’ve been through enough. You’re awake now, that’s all that matters.”

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