Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire
Chapter 307: Play Along

Chapter 307: Play Along

Rain knew well that Michael was studying her closely. She needed to think of a way to manipulate the situation to her advantage.

"I... I don’t exactly..." She halted, her eyes landing on Michael, who was now staring intently at her with a frown. "I remember driving after having breakfast with my father. I... I was on my way to meet my boyfriend Paul because my father told me he’d marry me off to..."

"What’s going on with her?!" Michael barked at the doctor.

"It’s possible she’s experiencing partial retrograde amnesia from the trauma. I’ll need to perform more tests..." the doctor replied with a gulp.

Michael shifted his gaze back to her and asked, "Do you remember who you are? What’s your name?"

"I’m Rain Clayton. Did you already call my Aunt Melanie? What about my father? Where are they? I’m wearing a hospital gown... Am I at Clayton Hospital University?" she asked in rapid succession. She frowned and asked, "No, this isn’t the place. There’s no hospital name on the sheets or even on their uniforms," she remarked, referring to the medical team dressed in plain white clothes.

Michael burst into a crisp laugh, clapping his hands. "Oh, my dear Rain... Are you sure you’re not just putting on an act for me?"

She frowned as she stared at him. "You... my father told me he’d marry me off to you, but that doesn’t mean I’m accepting that arranged marriage. Why are you even here?!"

Then she winced, clutching her head as if in pain, continuing her act.

"What is wrong with her? Make sure she’s in perfect shape when I return!" Michael barked before storming out of the room.

Rain remained composed, masking her sharp mind with the façade of confusion. She played along, pretending to be disoriented as the doctor peppered her with questions. Knowing how to handle situations like this, she acted as someone with partial retrograde amnesia.

"So... what happened to me?" she asked softly, her voice laced with genuine curiosity.

"We can’t answer that," came the unanimous reply from the remaining medical staff.

Rain frowned, feigning frustration. "Then... where am I? Can you at least tell me that?"

"We can’t answer your questions," they repeated, their rehearsed line was expected.

Rain leaned back against the pillow, her eyes scanning the room for any potential escape route or tool she could use.

’Let them think I’m weak,’ she told herself. ’The less they suspect, the better my chances of getting out of here.’

Michael paced outside Rain’s room, gnawing at his fingers in frustration. "Is she just putting on an act, or is it real?" he muttered to himself. He’d instructed Dina to fake amnesia to make her lies more convincing to Alexander, but Rain... Rain was different. She wasn’t easy to deceive, and her intelligence was one of the reasons he was so obsessed with her.

If Rain was pretending, he’d play along and match her at her own game. If not, her supposed amnesia might make things easier for him. Either way, he planned to win.

He finally entered the room, where the doctor was still asking Rain questions. The doctor turned to him with a professional air. "She’s showing signs of partial retrograde amnesia. It’s hard to determine how long it will last or whether she’ll regain the memories she’s lost."

Before Michael could respond, Rain interjected, her tone firm. "Can I speak with my family?"

"Family?" he echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," she said with conviction. "My Aunt Melanie, if possible. But since she might not be able to pick me up, just call my father."

Michael’s lips curled into a smirk. He liked that annoyed frown on her face, it made her look even more enticing. The mere sight of her irritation stirred his dark desires.

"Leave us," he barked, and the medical team quickly filed out of the room. He strode to her bedside, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The IV was still attached to her, keeping her restrained in more ways than one.

"Do you know how long you’ve kept me waiting, Rain?" he began, his voice low and menacing. "You’re stuck with me now because your father sold you to me. I am your man... no-" He leaned closer, his grin widening. "I am your husband from now on."

Rain clenched her fists under the blanket, fighting to keep her emotions in check. Rain clenched her fists under the blanket, fighting to keep her emotions in check. "Husband?!" she snapped, her voice sharp with disbelief. "I never agreed to an arranged marriage!"

Michael chuckled, the sound dripping with condescension. "Well, you lost your memory, darling," he said smoothly. "It’s been weeks-more than a month, actually. Nearly two months now. A lot has happened, Rain."

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to tilt her chin upward. His touch sent a shiver of revulsion through her, but she forced herself to stay still.

"You’ve forgotten everything," he continued, his gaze locking with hers. "We’re on this island together... for our honeymoon."

Rain’s mind raced, piecing together his words and the situation. Honeymoon? The absurdity of the claim only fueled her determination to play along, at least until she could figure out a way to escape.

"I don’t remember any of this," she replied cautiously, her voice trembling just enough to seem believable. "Why would I agree to something like this?"

Michael’s smirk deepened. "You’ll remember in time," he said, his thumb brushing against her jawline. "And if you don’t... well, I’ll help you fall in love with me all over again."

Rain swallowed her disgust and forced herself to maintain a fragile facade. "I can’t breathe," she said, her voice strained. "I need some air. I can’t process what you’re saying. Call my father right now! I need to speak with him and confirm all this!"

Her eyes narrowed as she added sharply, "Who knows... you’re famous for doing terrible things, after all."

The jab was deliberate. She knew Michael’s obsession with her wasn’t just about her appearance but also her sharp wit and fiery personality.

Vania’s terrified recounting of Michael’s twisted fascination played in her mind. He had detailed to Vania, in excruciatingly creepy precision, everything he loved about Rain... her defiance, her intelligence, and her refusal to submit. He had forced Vania to mimic those traits to fill the void of his obsession whenever he was playing with her at the Gentleman’s Club.

Michael tilted his head, his grin widening as though her words were a game he enjoyed playing. "Ah, there she is," he murmured, his voice almost a purr. "The fire I love so much. You’re even more beautiful when you fight me."

Rain’s jaw tightened, but she took a slow breath to keep her emotions in check. Play along. Be patient. Find a way out, she reminded herself...

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