LOGINFor three years, Rachel lived a double life—his wife in private, his secretary in public. Bound to billionaire Slade Pierce by a secret marriage contract, she followed two impossible rules: no children, no falling in love. She broke them both. With the contract’s final days ticking away, Rachel discovered she was pregnant. Afraid of shattering Slade’s trust and certain he was meant to marry another, she signed the divorce papers and vanished, determined to protect her unborn children from a love she believed was never real. Then fate intervened. A tragic accident stole her memories, her name, her life. To the world and to Slade, Rachel was dead. Years later, Slade still lives with her ghost. He’s built an empire, but his heart never healed. Until the day he sees her again—alive, breathing, and looking at him like he’s a stranger. Rachel doesn’t remember the secret marriage. She doesn’t remember the nights they shared or the promises they broke. Yet something deep inside her stirs whenever he’s near, a connection she can’t explain, a pain she doesn’t understand. As fragments of the past begin to surface, so do the secrets that tore them apart. Will she remember the man who never stopped loving her? Can love survive even when memory is gone, or is fate about to take her away all over again?
View MoreEpilogue III Rachel ❦ Slade ♡ RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW ♡ I smoothed my gown, checking my reflection one last time. I was finally ready, and the twins were vibrating with excitement. They headed out with Aunt Rose for the Children’s Gala, a special charity event that started before the main party. We were already running late, and I knew Aunt Rose hated being kept waiting. The triplets, however, were staying behind. At only a few months old, they were far too young for the noise and lights of a city-wide event, so they were tucked away in the nursery with Emilia, safe in the heart of our home. I made my way to Slade’s office. He was sitting at his desk, his eyes tracking a holographic architectural map — a digital blueprint of the city’s infrastructure hovering above his desk. Every building we owned glowed in a steady, triumphant red, while the pending acquisitions and new constructions pulsed in hopeful blue. He looked like a king surveying his kingdom. “You know, yo
Epilogue II Abbie ❦ Cale ~ ABBIE'S POINT OF VIEW ~ I smoothed down the front of my dress and marched toward Cale’s home office. The gala was only minutes away, and knowing my husband, he’d get buried in paperwork and forget that the rest of the world existed. When I pushed open the heavy oak doors, I found him hunched over his desk, the lamplight casting sharp shadows across his face. Orrick stood beside him, the two of them working through a stack of files. “Hubby,” I called out, leaning against the doorframe. “Wifey,” he replied. He didn’t even lift his head, his brow furrowed in that intense concentration that used to intimidate me but now just made me want to kiss him. I walked toward them, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. “I’m here to remind you that the gala is tonight. We cannot be late — Barbie will never let me hear the end of it,” I teased. “I haven’t forgotten, sweetheart. I’ll be up the second we finish this last set of logistics.” I turned
Epilogue I Barbie ❦ Aaron ~ BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW ~ I stood by the window, my eyes drifting to the vintage music box Aaron had given me. It was the first gift he had ever given me with unconditional love — a far cry from the cold transactions of my past. It was a symbol of the moment everything changed. When we married and moved into our new apartment — a home so massive and grand it made my old apartment look like a shoebox — I made sure that box had a place of honor. I kept it on my nightstand so it was the first thing I saw every morning. It was my daily reminder that he had kept his promise: he never left, and he never let go. A strong hand slid around my waist, drawing me back against the heat of his chest. I leaned back into him, a soft sigh escaping me as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his stubble grazing my skin before he pressed a lingering, possessive kiss to my pulse point. “You know we’re supposed to be getting ready for the gala, right?” he
I’ve reached the end of Barbie and Aaron’s story… and I think I need to cry. This may be the end of their story, but not the end of my love for them I didn’t expect to fall this deeply in love with them, but here I am, completely undone by their story I didn’t think I would be writing an author’s note for them, but I couldn’t just let them go without one. I truly hope you enjoyed their journey — the highs, the lows, and every moment in between. I’m already in tears because I never planned to write about them… yet somehow, they found me. And somewhere along the way, I ended up loving them more than I ever imagined. If Barbie’s journey taught us anything, it’s that being a miracle for everyone else is exhausting, sometimes, you have to save yourself first She spent years being drained by the people who were supposed to love her, only to learn that blood doesn’t make a family — loyalty, trust, and the people who choose you every single day do. And never be afraid to run towa
|| Abbie ||I stared into his dark eyes—those deep, obsidian pools that always seemed to pull me into a trance. They were the same eyes that had looked at me with such adoration for years, and seeing that same spark now made my heart ache. What was I supposed to say to him?Memories of us flooded b
|| Abbie || I looked at him and saw him let out a heavy, shuddering sigh. If we were still in the biting winds of Iceland, a thick plume of white steam would have billowed from his mouth like a dragon’s breath. “Go...” he said, his voice low and strained. “You mean that?” A small, hopeful smile
|| Abbie ||I stared at her, my blood turning to ice. What was she doing here? I knew my anxiety wasn’t for nothing; my instincts had been screaming that the peace was too good to be true. Seeing her standing in the middle of our living room felt like a violation.“Flora is here to get some things
|| Abbie || I was sitting in the lounge area of Cale’s office, the soft leather cool against my skin as I reviewed the latest material reports. He had left in the early hours of the morning to visit a new construction project, telling me—for the first time since we’d reunited—that I’d have to hea






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