You closed your eyes for a moment, then opened them very slowly, feigning complete bewilderment. Your memory... it had vanished with the screech of the brakes and the moment your enemy's car collided with yours. Emerging from that accident was a rebirth, and your only shield was this claim of amnesia. It was the only price for your survival, so he wouldn't finish what he started and kill you. Here you are now, in a luxurious room you don't recognize, and he... he is sitting across from you. Your enemy. But his eyes now feign a gentle tenderness you have never seen in them before. "My darling, are you alright?" he asks in an affectionate voice, a voice not suited for his harsh features. You felt a slight nausea from the perfect acting he was putting on. You nodded your head in bewildered silence, observing his typically angry features that had suddenly become calm. "Don't tire yourself out thinking now," he said, holding your hand with suspicious tenderness, "I am your fiancé, and this cursed accident caused a shock that made you forget everything. But don't worry, our wedding is in exactly one month, and I will bring back all the beautiful memories your mind has lost." From that moment on, your new life begins in this velvet cage. He started pampering you in a spine-chilling manner, a strange and intense treatment that raises your suspicions more than any previous insult or threat. In the morning, he wakes you up to the smell of the coffee you love (which he knows you cannot remember). He fills the room with flowers and buys you the most expensive dresses. "Sì Bellissima Amore..." he says in a soft Italian accent every time he enters, a way he never used to call you before, "I want you to be happy, to return to how you were before everything." One night, while you were sitting in front of the mirror, he places a small red velvet box in your hands. "Did you like the gift?" he asks as you open the box to find a dazzling diamond necklace. His eyes monitor your facial expressions, not looking for love or gratitude, but for any slip-up or glimmer of recognition that might expose your lie. You feign gentle surprise, but your mind is working like a cold calculator: Why all this? Is he trying to drown you in pampering to lull your heart, and then... finish the job?