เข้าสู่ระบบHe forgot the woman he loved… but his body remembers her. Three years after a brutal accident erased Zara Matthews from Valerio Cruz’s memory, she returns to Cruz Holdings as his secretary once again—hiding a dangerous truth: the cold, ruthless billionaire CEO she never stopped loving is also the father of her son. A son Valerio doesn’t know exists. But the moment Zara steps back into his world, everything begins to unravel. Valerio cannot explain the obsession that ignites whenever she is near. The stolen glances or the flashes of heat and memory. The feeling that he has touched her before in ways far too intimate to forget. As the tension between them turns explosive, Zara begins uncovering the horrifying truth behind the accident that destroyed their lives: Valerio’s memory loss was never natural. Someone erased her from his memory deliberately. Now, buried secrets, corporate betrayal, a dangerous conspiracy, and a child caught in the middle threaten to destroy them both. And when Valerio is forced to choose between the truth and the life he’s been manipulated into living, the consequences could cost him everything—including Zara. Because some love survives heartbreak, and some survive betrayal. But can love survive being deliberately forgotten?
ดูเพิ่มเติมZara's POVI can’t sleep, even if I wanted to.The hospital room is dark except for the soft glow of the machines and the pale light filtering through the blinds. I sit in the hard plastic chair beside Liam's bed, my hand wrapped around his small fingers, eyes fixed on his pale face. His chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm while the numbers on the monitor flicker, steady but too slow for my comfort.I have not closed my eyes in thirty-six hours.Every time I try, I see the doctor's careful expression. I hear the words: “bone marrow abnormalities…treatment needed…months or longer.” The fear of opening my eyes and finding him gone keeps me awake. So I watch. I count his breaths and memorize the exact shape of his face in the low light. When he stirs and whispers "Mommy," I lean in immediately. "I’m right here, baby. Mommy is not going anywhere."***The morning light filters through the blinds, and I am still sitting in the same chair, still holding his hand, still watching his che
Zara's POVThe hospital room is too quiet. The only sounds are the soft beeping of the machines and the shallow rise and fall of Liam’s chest. I sit in the hard plastic chair beside his bed, my hand wrapped around his small fingers. His skin is pale. His dark curls are damp against the pillow. He looks smaller than he did two days ago. I have not slept in two days.I have not eaten anything that stayed down. Every time I close my eyes, I see the doctor’s careful expression and hear the words "elevated white blood cell count" and "further testing required." The fear sits in my chest like a stone, lodged somewhere I can’t cough up. The doctor said they would have the results by this evening. The bone marrow evaluation tests. The piece of paper that will tell us whether my son is going to be okay or whether the worst is yet to come.I press my palm to my own chest, trying to steady my breathing. The tears are there, pressing hard behind my eyes, but I force them back. I can’t fall apa
Zara's POVI sit in the hard plastic chair, my hands clasped so tightly my knuckles ache. Liam is inside with the doctors. More blood, more tests, more waiting. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, too bright, too cold. I can hear the soft murmur of voices through the door—the doctor’s calm tone, a nurse’s quiet instructions, and Liam’s small voice asking questions I cannot quite make out. I press my ear closer for a second, just to hear him, just to make sure he is still talking, still present. The fear sits heavy in my chest. The doctor’s earlier words refuse to leave me: We need to monitor him closely. The markers are still elevated. I lean back against the wall and close my eyes, trying to breathe. I can’t fall apart here. Not while he is on the other side of the door. I need to be strong for my baby.Suddenly, I feel chills climbing up my back, and a shift in the air. I look up, and Valerio is standing at the end of the corridor. His face is pale, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed
Zara's POVClara threatened me on Friday, and I have done my best to stay away from Valerio and anything related to him. And surprisingly, he hasn’t reached out either, and I don’t know if I should be happy about that or not.Now, I’m obliged to be in a room with him because of a mandatory meeting. I take a deep breath before opening the door.The conference room is cold, the air sharp with the scent of expensive cologne and tension. I slide into my seat at the far end of the long table, my tablet clutched in my hands, my heart pounding against my ribs.I am late.Only by a few minutes, but late enough that every head turns when I enter. I feel their eyes on me, curious and judgmental, and I feel the heat rise to my cheeks.I do my best to avoid looking in his direction. If I look at him, I might break.I keep my eyes fixed on the table, the polished wood gleaming under the fluorescent lights. I feel his gaze on me anyway, heavy, cold, and unforgiving. It presses against my skin like
Zara’s POV My feet are killing me by the time the clock hit eight-thirty, but I keep typing. The Harrington proposal stares back at me from the screen, marked up with more red ink than black. Valerio had thrown three more files at me after lunch, each one more complex than the last. He was testing
Valerio’s POVI can’t get her out of my fucking head.Zara Matthews.Even her name feels like it belongs to my mouth. I stand at the window of my penthouse, whiskey in hand, staring at the city sprawled below me like scattered diamonds. The glass is cold against my palm, and my mind refuses to sett
Zara’s POVI managed to make it to the ladies’ room on the executive floor before my legs gave out. I lock myself in the last stall, press my forehead against the cool metal door, and take in deep breaths. I’ve got this. I won’t falter.Welcome back.The bastard has no idea what those two words di
Zara’s POVThe apartment is quiet when I finally push the door open a little after ten. The living room lamp casts a soft yellow glow over the second-hand couch and the small pile of toy cars scattered across the rug. Mrs. Rivera looked up from her knitting, smiling that gentle, knowing smile she a






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