LOGINHe pointedly tilts his head to the side, lifting the collar of his shirt to reveal a highly distinct, slightly red set of bite marks perfectly imprinted against the tan skin of his collarbone. A silent, horrified scream echoes inside my brain. "After the assault on my person," he drawls, thorough
I instinctively try to sit up to assess the situation, but the movement is completely restricted. A heavy, incredibly solid, and warm hand is wrapped securely around my waist from behind, anchoring my lower back flat against a broad, muscular chest. A sudden, cold spike of panic shoots straight thr
I am watching the highly anticipated, big-budget blockbuster movie that I spent six grueling months of my life filming. The movie that was supposed to be my breakout, career-defining role. But as the lead actress strides across the screen, delivering the lines I practically memorized in my sleep,
I slow my pace down, turning my gaze to Owen's profile. "Tell me, what was it actually like? To lose your memories of those three years?" He pauses for a moment, his eyes drifting out toward the dark horizon. The playful smirk completely vanishes, replaced by a raw, vulnerable sincerity. "It was
He knew how much I had been looking forward to enjoying that specific meal before his ex turned it into a toxic drama fest, and he was deliberately ordering it for me now to give me a proper do-over. But then again, my eyes fly to the menu to check the prices and boy, there isn't a way in hell I'd
Owen steers the car through the traffic with an easy, practiced confidence, occasionally glancing over at me with a playful glint in his eye. "Just a fair warning, Sydney... the restaurant we are heading to happens to be one of my favorites in the entire city. And it also happens to be notoriously,
Nicholas is leaning heavily against the wall, looking entirely bewildered, while Owen is standing a few feet away, swaying slightly with his hands shoved in his pockets. "It... it attacked me," Nicholas mutters, pointing a shaky finger at the debris. "The vase. It moved. I’m certain of it." "You’r
"He froze every single one of my personal accounts, leaving me with zero access to the money I earned long before I met him," I say, looking at the judge. "And when I didn't crawl back, the threats started. He told me he’d ruin my reputation with every studio in the city. He said I’d never work in t
"I said take them inside," he repeats. He doesn't let me touch them; instead, he snaps his fingers, signaling for one of the groundskeepers. "When I say 'take them inside,' I mean call someone to do it for you. You’ve barely recovered from a fever, and you’re out here hauling luggage in the sun? Use
"Oh my...oh my God..." I’m standing on the sidewalk outside Owen’s law firm, my chest heaving as I gasp for air that feels far too thin. My ears are ringing with the echo of Georgia’s cooing voice, and all I can see is the image of her draped over Owen’s lap like she belonged there. Was he playi







