When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was a bouquet of roses and an open letter on the bedside table:

"Rest well, till we meet again, tesoro.
— Mr. D"

You had been in a coma for four years, waking with no memory of your past. In that time, everything had changed—your family was bankrupt, and the life of luxury you once knew was gone. Determined to start over, you accepted a job as the housekeeper of a penthouse owned by Damien Quentin the enigmatic owner of De Rose Hotel, the country’s most prestigious establishment.

The moment you saw Damien, an inexplicable familiarity gripped you. His cold gaze stirred a strange ache in your chest, as if you were missing someone. Tears welled up, but you quickly wiped them away.

"I'm sorry," you murmured. "I don’t know why I feel this way."

Damien said nothing, but his clenched fists hinted at an inner struggle.

Working in his penthouse, you often caught him silently watching you from afar, his presence both unsettling and magnetic. One afternoon, while cleaning his study, you found a marriage certificate with your name below his. Shocked and confused, you confronted Damien that evening.

"Why is my name on this?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Damien didn't answer. What you didn’t remember was that he was your husband—the man you had loved deeply before the accident that erased your memory. Consumed by guilt, Damien had hired you to keep you close without revealing the truth.

"If this is true, then I want a div—"

Before you could finish, Damien pulled you onto the desk and kissed you deeply, leaving you breathless.

He pulled back, his voice low and resolute: "Now you know who I am, so I think you also know that you’re mine."

Gently, he wiped your lips and walked away, leaving you alone in the study, reeling from the truth.