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I was just his normal employee, with a very special rank, His future wife. I was hoping in the morning when I would open my eyes. I wanted to wake up in my room. I was shuffling the channel. I stuck with a familiar face, Agat. I stopped my finger from moving the channel with a smile, although there was no reason to show my teeth. But it didn't last long. My mouth hung open in disbelief. ' Mystery girl is going to be the queen of eligible billionaires, the new CEO!' ' Successful businessman gets his dream girl. '

I lowered my gaze, I couldn't help but sigh. May was the daughter of one of the billionaires in town. She was a platonic friend, but I knew that she wanted to be more with me. I had someone else on my mind, she wasn't who I would get into a relationship with. " You can tell her anything," I said. " But not where I am." " Got it." She nodded. " And oh, I saw the CEO of Wilson company, he has arrived." I turned to her sharply. " Why didn't you say so?"

I parked in front of the King's Mansion and I saw my husband highlight from a cab. Did his car break down? Before I got out of the car, he had already entered the house. He walked so fast for a normal human being. I heard a glass break when I got to the front door. He is not only rash with his words; he is careless too. "How could you overthrow your older brother? After all, we have done to you. You are a hypocrite. I raised you to this fine age and you decide to take all my son has, his supposed-to-be bride, and now his rank as the number one billionaire heir. I always knew you were up to something." I heard a feminine voice yell.

“Come on, let’s go inside. I know the owner.” I hung back for a moment before I followed. I tried to tell myself that this could be fun, dress shopping with my billionaire husband, but something ugly was nagging at the back of my mind, and the rush of joy I’d been feeling was already starting to sour in my stomach.

I felt weird being rolled around in a wheelchair but I couldn't deny it felt way better than walking on my own. "Don't answer if it's too personal, but is Mr Monroe your husband?" the nurse asked me out of the blue. "Yes," I simply answered, not in the mood for small talk. "Oh. I knew it had to be. He was so broken when he brought you in. I can tell he loves you very much. I know you both must have a beautiful marriage." I rolled my eyes. She didn't know what was going on, on the inside. But how could she? She was probably one of those people who always read billionaire romance stories and imagined I was in a happy romantic relationship since my husband was famously rich and quite handsome.

My eyes darted to the door, my only way to escape. To my utter shock, he swept the cane from side to side as he walked towards me "Let me reintroduce myself, I am Denver Angelo, your husband." He seethed. Then realization dawned on me and I froze on the spot. Danver Angelo, the most attractive wealthy billionaire was stone blind. Before I could recollect myself, he was already in front of me. He gripped my chin tightly. I whimpered in pain. "I don't like repeating myself, I'll ask you one last time." He whispered in my ear. His voice was laced with threat. " I fucking asked you to strip".

he said in a low, captivating voice. June, who had been filled with rage and frustration, suddenly felt calm. She couldn’t take her eyes off Mr. Alex. He is unreasonably perfect, she thought. His eyes had so much depth, a girl could get lost in them. His breath as he spoke… that deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She finally mustered the courage to speak. “Is this for real? I lost my memory… and I’m married? I’m your wife?” “I never thought I’d have to introduce myself to you of all people,” he said, exhaling deeply. “I’m Alexander Smith. Well, everyone just calls me Alex. And yes, I am your husband. We’ve been married for over a year. Please, sit—you look tired.”

A smug smile playing between his lips. "The hell I care. I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Your husband is one of the top billionaires in California, I earned a million dollars every day, billions every week and I can give you anything you want. I can support you with all your needs, put billions into your account and even take you to different countries around the world."

But something stopped her. If this person knew about Theo… knew about the penthouse… knew enough to take photos inside her own apartment… How long had they been watching? She opened the photos again. Zoomed in on the first one. Theo’s bed. The dinosaur nightlight she bought last Christmas. The crack in the wall she always meant to patch. Everything familiar. Everything wrong. She typed. What do you want? Reply came faster this time. Money. A lot of it. Or I send these to every tabloid in the city. “Billionaire’s Secret Love Child” sells papers.

I grumble to answer hoping she takes cue and leaves me alone. “Boring! It’s the 21st century who reads for fun in the midst of plenty? Your husband is a billionaire and he can afford any vacation the world could offer. It doesn’t hurt to spend his money.” “Thank you for realizing he’s my husband and how I wish to spend his money is up to me.” “Slow down I ain’t fighting with you it’s a harmless opinion,” she throws a few forced laughs but I can see the real her and it’s nothing pleasant. A sly snake.