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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Chapter 3
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Thanks to my high-profile outfit, everyone did a double-take as I walked through the office today.
After getting to my desk and finishing my work, I went to see my boss.
I knocked on the door. From inside came a man's deep, magnetic voice. "Come in."
The familiar voice gradually calmed my anxious heart, like a gentle warmth spreading through my chest.
I opened the door and gazed at that familiar, handsome face. 'I couldn't help but feel my heart leap with joy.'
'This is wonderful. After everything, he's here in this parallel universe too.'
I walked respectfully to his desk. "Holden Fairfax."
The man, who had been focused on his screen, looked up at the sound of his name.
My heart clenched under his profound gaze, and I quickly corrected myself.
"President Fairfax."
The gaze in his alluring, almond-shaped eyes softened. "When there are no outsiders, you can just call me by my name."
His words made me unable to contain my excitement, giving me a renewed sense of confidence that I could win him back.
I got straight to the point.
"Can I go with you to the client meeting tonight?"
'I didn't want to pass up any chance to get close to him.'
He watched me in silence, as if trying to discern my true intentions.
"Yes."
After answering me, he looked back down at his work.
Seeing his distant manner, my spirits fell a little.
'After all, in my original world, we were a couple. We were always affectionate, and I was used to him doting on me. It had all become second nature.'
'But now...'
Shaking off my thoughts, I gave him a bright smile. "Well, I'll go get ready then."
"Mm."
'No matter what, as long as he exists in this world, I'll do whatever it takes to get us back to the way we were.'
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.