Bound by Desire: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride
Liana Elizabeth Rose of the prestigious Rose family woke gasping—remembering everything.
At first, she thought it was a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe heaven, maybe hell, or wherever people go when life has been cruel enough to steal their breath.
But the room was the same. The curtains were the same. The smooth, unscarred skin she touched was the same. As if the last five years of betrayal and humiliation had never etched themselves into her.
Then the panic hit. She remembered. Every. Single. Thing.
The cold metal of prison bars. Her husband Adrian’s dead, beautiful eyes accusing her of the accident. The trial. The cousin who framed her. The family who abandoned her. The little brother who no longer remembered her voice. Her death.
And the cruelest truth: she wasn’t even from this world.
It was a book a stupid novel her roommate had recommended. She died inside a story she didn’t write. And now, she woke up at the moment everything began to crumble.
Fine.
Sharpen her mind. Feed her ambition. And when the plot tried to drag her back, she’d pull harder.
Then there was him—Adrian.
From his point of view, the world shifted. Her scent. Her voice. Her existence. Everything about her crawled under his skin, sank into his bloodstream, coiled around his bones. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t want to. He only knew: if she breathed, he wanted it. If she moved, he followed.
Obsession wasn’t a symptom—it was his nature. And Liana? She had rewritten herself into the one thing he could never let go of.
This time, she wasn’t the victim. She wasn’t a plot device. She was the storm. And Adrian? Learning, too late, that even possession has a price.