Semua Bab I KISSED MY EX'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE: Bab 41 - Bab 50

LELLAMy chest felt so tight I could barely draw a breath through the thick fabric of the face mask. Mateo had practically dressed me in a disguise. His oversized hoodie, a low-slung baseball cap, and dark sunglasses. I felt like a ghost trying to haunt my own life.‘Just keep walking. Don't look up. Don't stop,' I keep telling myself repeatedly as my eyes are fixed on the floor.I felt the cool air of the sliding doors almost within reach, indicating I was a few meters away from the main door. Suddenly, I froze internally. The air changed to something familiar, something that made my knees weak and my skin prickle with a terrifying heat. It was the scent of expensive cedarwood and that intoxicating tobacco note that followed Viktor Volkonsky everywhere he went.F*ck! I thought he was in the waiting room upstairs? Why is he here?!But I didn't know if it was really him since I kept looking down while I continued walking without stopping. ​My heart hammered inside me so hard I thou

LELLA​The words hit me harder than the truck had hit his car. I felt the color drain from my face, my knees buckling until I had to grab the edge of the guest chair for support. After the fire, after the tears, after everything… he suddenly didn't know me?​"Viktor, don't joke," a hysterical laugh bubbling up in my throat. "It's not funny. I'm... I'm your–”​I stopped and looked at the doctor, who was now scribbling furiously on a clipboard with a grim expression.“He ca-can't remember me,” I murmured with tears forming in my eyes.The doctor sighs and turns to me. ​"Amnesia is common with Grade 3 concussions and the kind of trauma he sustained. His brain is protecting itself. He may remember the company, his family, his life from years ago... but the most recent memories are usually the first to go."​The most recent memories…Me?He can't… remember me?​Viktor continued to stare at me, his gaze curious but distant, like he was looking at a stranger who had accidentally wandered in

LELLAI stormed into my father’s study room as soon as I arrived at his residence. The scent of old leather and the bitter aroma of his expensive brandy greeted me first before I saw him at his usual spot.I stood across from him. ​"How could you do this?" My voice cracked with a mixture of rage and exhaustion. "Viktor is in a hospital bed! He doesn't even know his own name, let alone what he’s signing!"I put on a bit of drama to make it believable. ​My father didn't even look up from the mahogany desk. “I see… he has amnesia," he calmly unscrewed his fountain pen. “That is precisely why now is the time, Lorelei. The Volkonsky board is in chaos. Alek wants the merger, and I want the security of their distribution. Viktor’s temporary... condition... is a gift from God. The marriage license is just a formality."​"A formality?" I stepped forward, slamming my hands onto the desk. "You’re selling me to the family of a man who ruined me! I spent two years hiding as 'Lella' to escape this

LELLAShock rippled through me with a soft gasp that escaped my throat, muffled by his mouth. He claimed my lips as if he had owned my soul for two years without even knowing my real name. The world narrowed to the sensation of his firm hand against my waist and the heat radiating from his skin, while my brain was a chaotic mess of calculations. Did he know it was me? Did he know I’m Lella?!My limbs were growing weak as his hand moved from my waist to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in the synthetic platinum strands of the wig.​For a heartbeat, I was hypnotized. There was only the weight of his body against mine and the terrifying realization that he might have known everything after all this time.​He pulled back just an inch and rested his forehead against mine as we were both catching our breath.​"I may not remember you," he whispered against my lips, which sent a shiver straight to my core. "But I remember the way you taste and I know I’ve been waiting a lifetime to

LELLAI watched the sun cast long shadows across the hospital’s rooftop garden as I kept my hands firmly on the rubber grips of Viktor’s wheelchair. The silence between us was not the comfortable silence of two people working together but a fragile quiet that I was terrified to break.I didn't dare to speak. I'm afraid I might slip my tongue and accidentally say something that might relate to Lorelei or the situation earlier.I had to be perfect. One wrong inflection, one slip into the assertive tone of Lorelei, and the wall I had built between my two lives would crumble.​"You're very quiet, Lella," Viktor’s voice cutting through the soft rustle of the wind. He was looking at his hands, which were resting over the hospital blanket. I cleared my throat. ​"I'm just... making sure you're breathing okay. The air is a bit thin up here."​I don't know if that response makes sense. He reached into the side pocket of his hospital gown and pulled out a small box. Without a word, he held it