A young nurse bathed a millionaire in a coma, but when he suddenly woke up, something miraculous happened. The fluorescent lights in Westbridge Private Heart Hospital hummed softly as Anna Munro walked through the pristine white halls. She had been a nurse here for almost two years, but today felt different.
The moment she received the unexpected summons to Dr. Harris’s office, the head of neurology, a strange feeling settled in her chest. Had she done something wrong? Was she being transferred? She took a deep breath before knocking on the polished mahogany door. Come in.
Stepping inside, she found Dr. Harris standing near the window, his hands clasped behind his back, his usual sharp eyes fixed on the city skyline. His office smelled of sterile antiseptic and expensive leather, and the atmosphere was heavier than usual. Anna, he said, finally turning to her.
His voice was measured serious. We have a patient who requires special care, but this job is not for the weak-hearted. Anna’s brows furrowed.
Not for the weak-hearted? What kind of patient, she asked cautiously. Dr. Harris studied her for a moment before gesturing toward a thick medical file on his desk. Grant Carter, he said.
He said. Anna’s breath caught in her throat. Grant Carter.
The Grant Carter. Even if she hadn’t recognized the name immediately, the cover of the file said it all. A black and white newspaper clipping of a horrific car crash.
A year ago, the youngest billionaire in the city had been in a devastating accident. His sports car had veered off a bridge in the middle of the night, leaving him in a coma ever since. His name had once dominated headlines.
Grant Carter, the ruthless, untouchable CEO of Carter Enterprises. The man who built an empire at just 32. Now? He was nothing more than a ghost trapped in his own body.
His family rarely visits, Dr. Harris continued. And most of the medical staff simply do their rounds out of obligation. But Grant Carter needs someone, dedicated.
Someone who will actually care. Anna bit her lip. She could hear the hesitation in his voice.
And you think that someone is me? Dr. Harris nodded. I do. Anna took a slow breath.
It was a daunting task, taking care of a man who might never wake up. A man whose wealth and power once dictated the lives of thousands. But deep down, she knew her answer before she even spoke.v
I’ll do it. Dr. Harris’s lips pressed into a thin line, but there was a glint of approval in his eyes. Good.
Your shift starts tonight? The private suite on the top floor of the hospital felt eerily quiet as Anna stepped inside. Unlike the cold sterility of the other patient rooms, this one was designed for luxury. A spacious layout, dimmed chandeliers, dark oak furniture.
And in the center of it all lay Grant Carter. Her breath hitched as she took him in. Despite the tubes, the machines keeping him alive, and the stillness of his body, he was beautiful.
Strong jawline, dark lashes against his pale skin, broad shoulders visible under the hospital gown. If not for the lifeless stillness, he could have easily passed for a man simply sleeping. But this was no ordinary sleep…He opened his eyes. He, she looked back at Grant, still unable to believe what she was seeing. His chest rose and fell shakily, his eyes darting around the room as if trying to piece together where he was.
What was happening? He wasn’t fully aware, not yet, but he was here. Dr. Harris’s expression turned from shock to action. Get me a neurological team now.
Nurses scrambled, voices overlapping in disbelief as they hurried to perform tests. The room was a whirlwind of motion, but Anna couldn’t take her eyes off Grant. Then, as if feeling her gaze, his eyes found hers again, and this time he didn’t look away.
Everything was happening so fast. The doctors were asking him questions, shining lights into his pupils, testing his motor functions. But through it all, Grant’s gaze kept drifting back to Anna.
She stepped forward hesitantly, swallowing hard. Grant, she whispered. Do you remember anything? He stared at her, blinking slowly.
A long silence stretched between them. Then, his fingers twitched again, and before she could react, he reached for her hand. Weakly, slowly, but deliberately.
His hand closed around hers, his grip fragile yet firm, as if he had always known her. Anna’s breath hitched. Dr. Harris looked up sharply.
Grant, do you know who she is? Grant didn’t answer immediately. His brows furrowed, his gaze never leaving Anna’s. I don’t know, he murmured, voice rough from months of disuse.
But I feel like I should. A chill ran down Anna’s spine. Because even though Grant Carter didn’t remember her, something deep inside him did.
The days after Grant’s miraculous awakening were filled with tests, therapy, and endless questions. Doctors were amazed by his recovery. Physically, he was weak but improving.
His muscles, stiff from a year of immobility, were regaining strength through rehabilitation. But mentally? That was another story. Grant couldn’t remember anything about the accident.
And the more they pressed him for details, the more frustrated he became. Grant, let’s try again, Dr. Harris said during one of their sessions. What’s the last thing you remember? Grant rubbed his temples, his expression tense.
I, I don’t know. Anything, where you were? What you were doing? Grant exhaled sharply. I told you.
It’s just pieces, flashes. Tell me about them. A long silence.
Then, Grant closed his eyes, his brows furrowing. I remember. A feeling.
His voice was slow, uncertain. Like something was wrong. Like I was in danger.
Anna, who had been listening quietly from the side, stiffened. Grant continued, his fingers clenching. There was a road.
Headlights. And then, nothing. Just black.
Dr. Harris sighed. It’s common for trauma victims to block out painful memories. It may come back on its own.
But for now, we focus on recovery. Grant nodded. But Anna could see the frustration in his clenched jaw.
And deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. That night, unable to stop thinking about it, Anna went to the hospital archives. She had read Grant’s file before, but this time, she went through every detail with fresh eyes.
And that’s when she saw it. Something she had missed before. The report from the accident reconstruction team stated that Grant’s brakes had failed.
Failed. Not worn out. Not malfunctioned.
Tampered. A chill ran down her spine. This wasn’t just an unfortunate crash.
Someone had wanted Grant dead. And he had no idea. Taking a shaky breath, she closed the file.
She needed to tell him. Because if someone had tried to kill him once, they might try again. Grant’s recovery was happening at a remarkable speed…Nathan was dragged away in handcuffs, screaming empty threats. And as the door slammed shut behind him, a heavy silence filled the room. Grant finally exhaled, his shoulders relaxing for the first time since waking up.
It was over. Justice had been served. And he was finally free.
The Carter estate had always been grand, imposing and cold, a fortress of wealth built on generations of power. But tonight, as Anna stepped inside the dimly lit dining hall, it felt different, warmer, more intimate. Soft candlelight flickered across the elegantly set table near the large glass windows overlooking the city skyline.
The scent of fresh roses filled the air and a bottle of wine sat chilling beside two perfectly placed plates. Anna’s breath caught. Grant, what is all this? She asked, turning to face him.
Grant stood behind her, his hands tucked into his pockets, his blue eyes soft yet intense. Dinner, he said simply. Just you and me.
Anna’s chest tightened. For the past few weeks, their lives had been a whirlwind, from his recovery, to unraveling the truth about his accident, to seeing his brother arrested. But now, with the storm finally behind them, there was only this moment.
And somehow, that felt even scarier. As they sat down, Anna couldn’t ignore the way Grant watched her. Like he was memorizing every detail, like she was something fragile yet precious.
You’re quiet, she said, giving him a small, teasing smile. That’s not like you. He exhaled, swirling his wine glass between his fingers.
I’ve been thinking. That’s even more dangerous, she joked. He didn’t laugh.
Instead, he leaned forward, his gaze burning into hers. Anna, do you know how many people walked away from me while I was in that coma? Her smile faded. Two, she knew.
She had seen it firsthand, the way his family had treated him like a burden, the way his so-called friends had moved on. The only reason he had survived that darkness was because someone stayed. Because she stayed.
But you didn’t, Grant murmured. You were there, day after day. You took care of me when I couldn’t even open my eyes.
When I was nothing but a lost cause to everyone else, you refused to give up on me. Anna’s throat tightened. She had never thought about it that way.
She had just done what she felt was right. But to Grant, it had meant everything. Grant leaned closer, his fingers brushing against hers on the table.
Anna, I have everything. His voice was soft but firm. Money, power, influence.
But none of it means anything without you. Anna’s breath hitched. Grant, let me finish, he whispered.
His hand finally closed around hers, his thumb tracing slow, delicate circles against her skin. I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know when it started.
But what I do know is that every moment I was trapped in that coma, you were the one keeping me alive. You were my light in the dark, Anna. Her eyes burned with tears.
I love you. The words crashed into her, stealing the breath from her lungs. Not because she hadn’t felt it too, but because hearing it from him made it undeniably real.
Grant Carter, the man who had once lived in a world of cold calculations, business deals, and power plays, was now sitting across from her, baring his soul. And for the first time in her life, Anna felt something she had never felt before. Truly, completely, irrevocably cherished…Yes, Grant. A thousand times yes. Grant let out a breath of relief, sliding the ring onto her finger before pulling her into his arms, into his world, into forever.
And as their lips met under the fading sunlight, Anna knew, this was where she belonged. Always. The Carter estate had never looked more radiant than on their wedding day.
The gardens were transformed into an enchanting wonderland. White roses lined the pathways. Twinkling lights draped the towering oak trees and soft music played in the background as guests gathered in awe.
Anna stood at the grand entrance, dressed in an elegant white gown, her heart racing. Are you ready? Lisa, her maid of honor, whispered beside her. Anna took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around her bouquet.
Then, she looked up. And there he was. Grant stood at the altar, dressed in a classic black tuxedo, looking at her as if she was the only person in the universe.
Her nerves vanished. Pwee. She stepped forward, walking down the aisle with absolute certainty.
Each step brought her closer to forever. And when she finally reached him, Grant took her hands in his, his eyes shining with pure, unfiltered love. The vows were spoken, their promises sealed not just in words, but in the unbreakable bond they had built through every hardship, every battle, every moment of unwavering devotion.
I now pronounce you husband and wife. A cheer erupted as Grant cupped her face, pressing the most heartfelt, most meaningful kiss against her lips. And as the world rejoiced, Anna realized.
This wasn’t the end of their story. This was only the beginning. As the sun began to set, Grant and Anna slipped away from the crowd, walking hand in hand through the gardens, basking in their new reality.
No more hospitals. No more loneliness. No more pain.
Just them, together, always. Grant squeezed her hand gently. You know, he murmured, I thought I had everything before I met you.
Anna smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. And now? He looked down at her, his expression soft, devoted, endless. Now I know that nothing I had before matters.
Because you are the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. Anna blinked back tears, overwhelmed by the depth of his words. And as they stepped forward toward the golden glow of the setting sun, she knew.
They had been through storms, darkness, near-death experiences. But in the end, love had won. And with Grant by her side, Anna was finally home.
As Grant and Anna walked hand in hand into their happily ever after, their story became a testament to something truly powerful. Love is not just about finding someone, but about standing by them through every storm. Anna never gave up on Grant, even when the world had.
And in the end, it was love, not money or power, that truly saved him. See you in the next story.