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Bound by Desire: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride

Bound by Desire: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride

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Contemporary

Dark Romance

Steamy

CEO

Heir/Heirness

Hidden Identity

Love after Marriage

Pregnant

Second Chance

Liana Elizabeth Rose of the prestigious Rose family woke gasping—remembering everything. At first, she thought it was a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe heaven, maybe hell, or wherever people go when life has been cruel enough to steal their breath. But the room was the same. The curtains were the same. The smooth, unscarred skin she touched was the same. As if the last five years of betrayal and humiliation had never etched themselves into her. Then the panic hit. She remembered. Every. Single. Thing. The cold metal of prison bars. Her husband Adrian’s dead, beautiful eyes accusing her of the accident. The trial. The cousin who framed her. The family who abandoned her. The little brother who no longer remembered her voice. Her death. And the cruelest truth: she wasn’t even from this world. It was a book a stupid novel her roommate had recommended. She died inside a story she didn’t write. And now, she woke up at the moment everything began to crumble. Fine. Sharpen her mind. Feed her ambition. And when the plot tried to drag her back, she’d pull harder. Then there was him—Adrian. From his point of view, the world shifted. Her scent. Her voice. Her existence. Everything about her crawled under his skin, sank into his bloodstream, coiled around his bones. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t want to. He only knew: if she breathed, he wanted it. If she moved, he followed. Obsession wasn’t a symptom—it was his nature. And Liana? She had rewritten herself into the one thing he could never let go of. This time, she wasn’t the victim. She wasn’t a plot device. She was the storm. And Adrian? Learning, too late, that even possession has a price.

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Chapter 1- THE NIGHT RETURNS
CHAPTER ONE — THE NIGHT RETURNSLiana Elizabeth Rose woke like a woman dragged out of the grave.A choked gasp tore from her throat. Her back arched. Her nails clawed at the sheets. For a split second, she had no body just terror, cold metal, and the echo of her last breath inside a prison cell.Then the world snapped back into place.Silk sheets.Warm air.A bedroom unchanged by time.Her chest rose and fell in vicious, uneven heaves. She stared at the chandelier overhead its crystals scattering soft light over a space she had not seen in years. A space she should never see again.Because she died.She remembered dying.Her pulse stuttered. Her hand shook as she lifted it to her face. Smooth skin. No scars. No bruises. None of the ugly remnants of imprisonment or betrayal. It was the face she once carried like a curse—beautiful, delicate, too easy to shatter.“This…” Her voice cracked. “This is five years ago.”Her reflection in the wardrobe mirror confirmed the nightmare and the mir
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Chapter 2 – THE FIRST SHIFT IN FATE
CHAPTER TWO — THE FIRST SHIFT IN FATE The night outside smelled of rain and cold metal like the world itself was holding its breath. Liana descended the staircase with a steadiness that didn’t match the storm inside her chest. Her fingers skimmed the polished rail briefly, grounding herself in a reality she had already died once in. The Rose family mansion was silent. Too silent. In her first life, she never noticed this quiet. She was too busy being dutiful, selfless, blind. Now the silence pressed on her ears like a warning. At the bottom of the steps, she paused. 11:48 p.m. He would crash soon. Adrian. Her husband in name. Her executioner in truth. A man whose beauty was a weapon and whose coldness was a verdict. A man she once worshipped and who later watched her fall without blinking. But tonight Tonight, she didn’t rush to his side. Tonight, she didn’t throw her career, her life, her sanity after him. She had returned not to save him but to save herself. Light
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CHAPTER THREE — THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT LET GO
CHAPTER THREE — THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT LET GOSt. Haven’s Emergency Ward buzzed with activity the moment she arrived nurses rushing past, gurneys squeaking, disinfectant stinging the air. The world here moved fast, frantic, full of panic.Liana stepped through it like she was walking through candle smoke.Detached.Clear.Untouched.In her first life, she had run into this very hallway trembling, breathless, nearly collapsing when she saw Adrian unconscious.Tonight, she simply adjusted her coat and walked to the nurses’ station.“Adrian Jin. Car accident.”Her voice was steady, warm enough to be human but cold enough to draw respect.The nurse, startled by her composure, quickly checked the chart. “Yes he’s in Trauma Room Three. He”A shout cut through the corridor.A deep, hoarse, violent sound.Then the sharp crash of metal hitting the floor.“Let go of me!”The nurse flinched. “That’s him. He woke up confused and started fighting the staff. He doesn’t recognize anyone. We sedated h
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CHAPTER FOUR — THE MAN WHO WOULDN’T LET GO
CHAPTER FOUR — THE MAN WHO WOULDN’T LET GONight settled over St. Haven’s like a tired sigh, the rain softening into a slow, steady drum against the windows. Most patients had fallen asleep. Lights dimmed. Footsteps quieted.But inside Trauma Room Three, peace was impossible.Adrian wouldn’t close his eyes.Not unless Liana stayed within arm’s reach.She sat beside his bed, spine straight, one hand resting lightly on the blanket. His fingers locked around hers like metal cuffs warm, heavy, unyielding.He watched her.Not blinking.Not breathing normally.Not even pretending to sleep.His gaze was a storm: dark, searching, almost feverish.“You’re real,” he murmured at one point, voice rough from earlier shouting.“Unfortunately,” she replied dryly.But the corner of his mouth twitched just barely as if her sharpness soothed him.The doctor had tried sedating him again. Useless. The moment the syringe came near, Adrian snarled and tightened his grip like she was being threatened, not h
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CHAPTER FIVE — THE WARNING IN HIS BONES
CHAPTER FIVE — THE WARNING IN HIS BONESDawn seeped into St. Haven’s like a reluctant confession pale, cold, and too honest.Liana stood by the window, watching the weak sunlight stain the clouds. She had barely slept. Not because of exhaustion, but because Adrian had slept too deeply.Too peacefully.Too trusting.Dangerous signs in a man who once had a heart made of locked doors.Behind her, he stirred.She didn’t turn.She didn’t move.She simply waited.The moment he wokethe exact second reality touched himshe heard it.The shift.A sharp inhale, sudden and panicked, like a man jolting awake from a nightmare.Then“Liana?”Her name cracked in the air like breaking glass.She still didn’t turn.His breathing hitched. She could hear the bedsheets rustle, hear the IV lines strain as he tried to sit up too fast.“Liana!”There it was.Full desperation.Full instinct.She turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see her profile.Instantly, his shoulders sagged.His entire bod
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CHAPTER SIX — THE TERMS OF HER NEW LIFE
CHAPTER SIX — SHADOWS OF MEMORY The morning light in St. Haven’s was the colour of old pearls, thin and cold. It slid across the private ward like a scalpel, exposing every bruise on Adrian’s knuckles, every tremor in the hand that still refused to release Liana’s wrist. He had not let go. Not once. Not even when the nurses changed the IV bag, not when the neurologist tried to shine a penlight into his eyes, not when his own mother swept into the room like a winter storm wrapped in couture. Eleanor Jin stood at the foot of the bed now, immaculate in charcoal cashmere, her gaze flicking from her son’s death-grip on Liana to Liana’s cool, unblinking face. “You look remarkably composed for a wife whose husband nearly died,” Eleanor said, voice dipped in frost. Liana did not flinch. She had died once already. A mother-in-law’s venom was child’s play. “Someone had to be,” Liana answered, letting the words fall soft and sharp. “He was fighting the entire trauma team when I ar
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CHAPTER SEVEN — The Unwanted Bond
CHAPTER SEVEN — THE UNWANTED BOND The discharge papers were signed by 3:17 p.m. Adrian refused the wheelchair. He refused the private ambulance. He refused everything except the exact thing he wanted. “I leave with her,” he said, voice gravel-rough from disuse and barely leashed violence. He hadn’t let go of Liana’s hand since the neurologist walked out. Not once. Eleanor Jin stood in the doorway like a storm cloud in Chanel, flanked by two stone-faced bodyguards and the hospital’s head of security. She had come prepared for a fight. Adrian looked ready to give her one. Liana felt the tremor in his fingers, the way his entire body angled toward her, shielding her from his own mother as though Eleanor were the threat. A dark, illicit thrill slid through her veins. She decided to twist the knife. “Adrian,” she said softly, letting her thumb brush the inside of his wrist (one slow, deliberate stroke), “sit down before you fall down.” He obeyed instantly. The man w
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CHAPTER EIGHT — Whispers In The Dark
CHAPTER EIGHT — WHISPERS IN THE DARK Liana’s POV The elevator doors slid open directly into the penthouse, and the silence hit me like cold water. No servants. No Eleanor waiting with armed guards. Just sixty-three floors of glass and black marble and the low hum of a city that never slept, far below. Adrian stepped out behind me, close enough that the heat of his body brushed my spine. He hadn’t spoken since the hospital garage. He didn’t need to. His hand had stayed locked around mine the entire drive, thumb stroking the inside of my wrist in slow, hypnotic circles, as if he were afraid I’d dissolve if he stopped touching me for even a second. I pulled free the moment the doors closed again, letting his fingers slip through mine. He made a low, wounded sound (barely audible), but I ignored it and walked deeper into the apartment. I had never lived here. In the original timeline he had kept me at the Rose estate, a convenient wife tucked safely out of sight. This pl
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CHAPTER NINE — Family Interference
CHAPTER NINE — FAMILY INTERFERENCE (Liana’s POV) Morning in the penthouse tasted like gunmetal and coffee. I woke first, the way I always did now. Adrian was still dead to the world on his side of the bed, one arm flung out as though even unconscious he’d been reaching for me. The sheets had slipped low on his hips, revealing the sharp cut of muscle and the white edge of the bandage. I allowed myself exactly three seconds to look (no more) before I slid out of bed and padded barefoot to the shower. Cold water. Always cold. It kept the memories from bleeding through. By the time I emerged in black silk trousers and a cream blouse, hair still damp and twisted into a knot, the intercom was already buzzing like an angry wasp. Security downstairs: “Mrs. Jin, there are three cars at the gate. Mrs. Eleanor Jin and… guests. They’re demanding entry.” I smiled at the marble countertop. Of course she came before nine a.m. Eleanor believed in striking while the enemy was stil
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CHAPTER TEN — THE FIRST TOUCH
CHAPTER TEN — THE FIRST TOUCHLiana’s POV – The penthouse was too quiet after Eleanor’s retreat. Adrian had disappeared into his study the moment the elevator doors closed, as if the adrenaline of defending me had left him raw and needing distance. I let him go. Space was a luxury I could afford to give (for now).I spent the afternoon reclaiming territory. I opened every drawer in the guest room, catalogued the clothes he had never thrown away, deleted every trace of the old, obedient Liana from the shared cloud accounts. By six o’clock the apartment smelled faintly of the jasmine diffuser I’d ordered delivered, and the city outside had melted into violet dusk.I was in the walk-in closet off the master bedroom (barefoot, hair loose, wearing nothing but an oversized silk shirt of his that fell to mid-thigh) when I heard the soft scrape of the door behind me.He didn’t speak. He simply stood there, filling the doorway, shoulders tense, eyes fixed on me like I was the only
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