Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257

AUTHOR’S POV

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO.

When Lucius opened his eyes again, five years had passed.

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The light above him was sharp and white, cutting through his eyelids like a blade. His throat burned as if he’d swallowed smoke. For a moment, he didn’t know where he was or who he was. His fingers twitched against the rough sheets, his skin pulling tight over bandages that covered his arms, his chest, his face.

A strangled sound escaped him, it was half gasp and half scream.

Machines beeped erratically. His chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm. And then a man in a white coat hurried into the room, his face lined with concern.

“Easy, easy there… you’re safe now,” the doctor said gently, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. “You’re in Elaris Central Hospital. You’ve been asleep for a very long time.”

Lucius blinked up at him, his breath catching. Elaris? He didn’t even know where that was. The last thing he remembered-

The last thing-

Fire. Screams. The sound of his mother’s voice yelling at him to run and not look back.

He flinched, his fingers digging into the sheets. The doctor noticed.

“It’s alright,” he said soothingly. “You were caught in an explosion, but you’re safe now. You were brought in by a good Samaritan who found you near the border. You’ve been through several surgeries. Full reconstruction. You’re healing, slowly.”

The man’s voice was kind, but distant like… like he was talking to a ghost.

Lucius turned his head weakly. A mirror sat on the table beside him. For a long time, he stared at it, debating whether he wanted to see. His hand trembled as he reached for it. When he did, his heart dropped.

The reflection staring back wasn’t him.

The boy in the glass had sharper features, a stronger jaw, darker hair. The faint scars across his temple and neck shimmered under the fluorescent light.

His lips parted slightly as if asking a silent question, Who are you?

Lucius dropped the mirror. It hit the floor with a dull clatter.

The doctor sighed. “I know it’s hard,” he said softly. “You’ve changed, physically. The burns were severe, but we did everything to preserve as much as we could. You’ll get used to it in time.”

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He remembered everything about that night. The gunfire, his father’s last look, the tear in his mother’s eyes as she pushed him through the hidden passage. He remmendured the sound of laughter behind the wall. The waring of fabric. Her voice leaking as she screamed for him to rom

Lucius remembered it all. But he couldn’t tell anyone.

Because something about this didn’t feel right

Days passed in a slow blur of antiseptic smell and and gossips Purses came and went, bringing him food, changing his bandages, offering careful smiles he never returned. The docton, Dr. Miren was the only one

to talk to him

One evening. Lucian sat staring out the rain slick window when he heard Dr. Miren on the phone outside the room. The door wasn’t fully shut

“Yes,” Miten said quietly “He’s awake now stable. No, he doesn’t seem to remember anything Yes, I’m certain I think it’s a case of trauma induced amnesia”

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Lucian’s heart slowed

There was a pause, then the doctor continued. “You can come by tomorrow if you’d like. It might do him good to see the man who saved his life.”

Lascian’s pulse spiked.

He leaned slightly toward the door, catching the low hum of the voice on the other end. It was deep. controlled Almost too calm.

“That won’t be necessary, I rather stay anonymous,” the man said. “But thank you, Doctor. Keep me updated.”

The line went dead.

Lucian sat back slowly, his fingers tightening on the blanket. A cold unease crept through him. Something’s

wrong.

He didn’t know why, but every instinct screamed that whoever that man was, he wasn’t a savior.

He closed his eyes, letting the faint echo of the man’s voice linger in his head. It stirred something old, buried deep, something that was clawing to come out, something that didn’t belong in this sterile room.

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Three days later, they moved him to an orphanage in Elaris.

The building was grey, cold, and crowded with children of every age. The matron gave him a thin mattress and a number. No name, no past… just Number 47.

Lucian didn’t complain. He didn’t speak unless spoken to. He stayed silent, kept his head down, watched.

He never mentioned the name Stormvale. He never asked about his parents.

At night, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to stitch the holes in his memory. But every time he tried to think past the attack, to recall faces, places, even names, a stabbing pain seared through his head, forcing him to stop.

Sometimes, in the dark, he’d whisper to himself. “Papa… Mama…”

But the words felt hollow, like echoes in a cave.

He knew there was someone he wasn’t remembering but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember

her name anymore.

It was during one of those dull afternoons that a group of older boys cornered him in the courtyard.

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