After the Car Accident, Everyone Said I Had Amnesia

Following a near-fatal crash, everyone insists I am suffering from memory loss. They claim I have forgotten Beckett Garrison, the man I supposedly chased relentlessly for five long years. But the truth is far more shocking: I do not have amnesia. I am actually from an entirely different parallel dimension where Beckett does not even exist. Yet, my complete lack of interest has unexpected consequences. The once-cold billionaire is now desperate for my attention, begging me to remember him.

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: My Boss

The man outside clearly didn't expect my reaction, because he slammed his fist against the door twice more.

I calmly called out to the man on the other side of the door, "If you don't leave right now, I'm calling security."

Even though he was reluctant, Beckett Garrison had no choice but to leave.

My best friend, who had been standing by my side the whole time, was just as shocked.

She stared at me blankly and asked, "Are you really sure this time? You've decided you don't want to be with Beckett Garrison anymore?"

I shook my head.

'It's not that I don't want to be with him. I just have no memory of him at all.'

Seeing the shocked look on my best friend's face, I asked, "So, what's he like? That Beckett Garrison guy from just now."

'Just what kind of man is he, to make the me of this timeline so hopelessly entangled with him?'

The moment I mentioned him, that indignant expression returned to my best friend's face.

"You and Beckett Garrison were classmates in college. You fell for him at first sight, and after that, you went down the path of being a total doormat and never looked back. After graduation, you even moved in with him just to take care of him. But he treated you like nothing more than a free maid, ordering you around! It's been five years! We've all been trying to talk you out of it, but you insisted he was the love of your life, always thinking your devotion would eventually win him over."

I listened quietly to my best friend's explanation, and in doing so, I began to understand the difference between this parallel timeline and my own.

The main difference was the person I loved.

In my original timeline, the one I loved was my boyfriend.

Holden Fairfax.

Now that Beckett Garrison had given me the perfect excuse, I naturally asked the question that was really on my mind.

"So... do you know Holden Fairfax?"

My best friend nodded emphatically. "Of course! Back in school, Holden Fairfax was the campus heartthrob. And after graduation, he started that huge company. Is there anyone from our year who doesn't know him? Besides, you work for him now. Don't tell me you forgot that, too?"

I reached up and touched my forehead. "Right. I remember now."

'Even in this timeline, I want to be with my real boyfriend again.'

The next day, I dressed to the nines, put on a pair of high heels, and walked into the office with a sway in my hips.

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Betrayed by the two people she trusted most, a woman faces the ultimate heartbreak when her own sister steals her husband. Left with nothing but the sting of their deception, she refuses to remain a victim. Fueled by a burning desire for justice, she embarks on a calculated journey to reclaim her stolen life. As she maneuvers through a world of wealth and power, she vows to strip away their happiness and take back everything she once lost.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.4

Gone Too Long, The CEO Becomes A World-Class Doting Husband

8.4

A decade after Lucas Thompson vanished and broke her heart, Lily Rose Wright has built a life for herself and the son he never knew. Her world is upended when Lucas suddenly reappears, using his billionaire status to force her into a legal marriage. While he vows to become a doting husband and father, Lily remains guarded against his charms. As she struggles with her rekindled feelings, the mystery of why he originally left looms over their reunion, threatening to shatter their fragile new bond.

Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

9.7

Divorced And Rich: Falling For The Mechanic

9.7

For three years, I endured being treated like a walking ATM and a maid by my husband's family, biting my tongue to keep the peace. Then, my husband's buddy suddenly dropped off a nine-year-old boy at my front door. The crumpled note from my husband casually explained it was his illegitimate son, blaming me for being barren and demanding I raise the kid as our own. My mother-in-law was absolutely thrilled, parading the boy around as the true heir at the dinner table. "Some trees just don't bear fruit, no matter how much water you give them," she sneered. My brother-in-law cheered, and my drunk father-in-law demanded I cook a feast to celebrate. They actually expected me to continue paying the mortgage, buying the groceries, and cleaning up their endless messes, all while raising the living proof of my husband's betrayal. I looked at the parasites who had drained me dry for years, acting like they were doing me a favor by letting me stay in a house that my money paid for. I didn't scream, and I didn't cry. I simply called my lawyer to file for an immediate divorce, froze every single bank account and credit card they relied on, and drove off to my grandmother's secluded cabin in the woods. Let them see how long they survive without my money.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.4

Divorcing The Tycoon: The Genius Designer

8.4

For three years, Aletha sold her soul to her adoptive family, enduring a toxic, loveless marriage to Wall Street tyrant Kristopher. But the illusion shattered when Kristopher brought his crying mistress into Aletha's ER. He violently shoved Aletha into a metal cart just because she applied standard medical pressure to the mistress's minor scratch. "If you ever handle her like that again, I will have your medical license revoked." The nightmare quickly escalated. Kristopher froze Aletha's bank cards, publicly humiliated her, and forced her to hand over a priceless gown to his mistress. When he was injured in a car crash protecting the mistress, Aletha flawlessly stitched his hand back together. In return, he dragged her to a freezing warehouse at 3 AM to illegally save the mistress's criminal brother, only to abandon Aletha alone in the dangerous streets of Brooklyn. Her adoptive parents didn't care if she lived or died. They only called to scream at her, demanding she get on her knees and beg Kristopher to restore their company's funding. Staring at her bruised reflection, Aletha felt entirely hollowed out. She couldn't understand why her absolute submission only bought her betrayal and abuse from everyone she called family. But as the tears dried, the fear that had controlled her evaporated, replaced by cold steel. She opened her hidden wall safe and pulled out the documents proving she was "Lan," the world's most sought-after millionaire designer. Aletha shredded her family's contract, put on a sharp black power suit, and headed to her husband's company. This time, she wasn't going to beg.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

Flash Marriage To The Predatory CEO

9.5

Elsie was the Sutton family's perfect puppet, a sickly heiress locked away in a pristine manor and treated like fragile porcelain. Her only purpose was to be a pawn in her mother's corporate games. Without warning, her mother ordered her to marry Duke Blake, a ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire known for destroying his rivals. Worse, her mother immediately handed over total control of Elsie's life to him, declaring she couldn't even step outside the gates without his explicit permission. Desperate, Elsie met him and asked if she would be expected to perform wifely duties, praying for a marriage in name only. "I have a very high sex drive." He stated it bluntly, shattering her illusions. Yet, when he drove her into the city days later, a sudden swerve sent her tumbling directly into his lap. Instead of the desire he claimed to possess, his body went completely rigid. He violently shoved her away, slamming her hard against the passenger seat. His face was pale, his knuckles white, and he stared straight ahead with a look of absolute, terrifying revulsion. Humiliation and sharp pain coiled in her chest. She couldn't understand. Why did he demand absolute control over her and boast about his desires, only to treat her accidental touch like a repulsive disease? Why did this all-powerful man secretly smell of hospital antiseptics? What exactly was the Sutton family forcing her to marry? But she was no longer willing to be a lamb led to the slaughter. Thinking of the provocative black lace hidden behind her wardrobe's false wall, Elsie smiled coldly. She was going to find the fatal flaw in this ruthless billionaire's code, and use it to completely shatter her cage.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

Jilted Bride: Now Call Me Auntie, Darling

8.8

On the eve of my glamorous Waldorf Astoria wedding, I went to the penthouse to surprise my fiancé, Hugh, wearing my late mother's heirloom pearls. Instead, I heard my stepsister's familiar laugh and caught them tangled together on the sofa. Through the cracked door, I heard Hugh slur that he was only marrying me for my family's financial backing. "As soon as I secure my inheritance, she's the first thing I'm getting rid of," he promised her. Floy giggled and asked for my mother's pearl necklace, my only legacy. Hugh agreed without hesitation, mocking my dead mother's naivety and my desperate dreams of building a family. Every sweet word he had ever said was a lie, a knife he had been patiently sliding between my ribs for years. They planned to strip me of everything the moment I signed the prenup. I didn't cry or scream. The crushing weight of their betrayal hollowed me out, leaving behind a terrifying, absolute calm. Why should I be the one to lose everything while they stole my future and insulted my mother's memory? I calmly walked down the hall, set the prenuptial agreement on fire, and vanished into the rainy night. If Hugh wanted to play dirty for the Maxwell empire, I would play for keeps. Using a forgotten, century-old family covenant, I was going to marry Hugh's uncle-the comatose, paralyzed war hero, Fleet Maxwell. I would return not as a naive bride, but as their worst nightmare: his aunt, and the new lady of the house.

Billionaire Modern Romance

After the Car Accident, Everyone Said I Had Amnesia

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