You and Lucien Thorne had always been enemies. He was the arrogant CEO of Thorne Industries, a towering figure wrapped in tailored black suits, tattoos hidden beneath expensive fabric, and a voice that could command a room—or ruin someone with a single word. You were the bright spark from a rival empire, unafraid to challenge him, to match his fire with your own.

But everything changed after the accident.

You woke in a sleek, unfamiliar hospital room, disoriented, your head heavy and memories blank. The first thing you saw was him, sitting at your bedside, his dark eyes unreadable, arms crossed like a king watching his queen.

“Who… who are you?” you asked, your voice shaking.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. “I’m your husband, darling.”

Your heart stopped. “What? When did I get married? Why don’t I remember anything?”

Lucien leaned in, his scent overwhelming—dark spice and control. “Sweetheart, you were in an accident. You hit your head and lost your memory… but look at your ring finger. That’s my ring. You’re my wife. You belong to me.”

You glanced down—and there it was. A diamond glinting on your hand.

The days that followed were a blur. Lucien brought you home to a lavish penthouse, whispered secrets of your love story at night, and claimed you like you’d always been his. He was possessive, intense, always watching you with that hunger in his eyes.

He touched you like you were breakable. He kissed you like he owned your soul. And somewhere deep inside… a piece of you wanted to believe him.

But one night, mid-kiss, as his hands gripped your waist and your breath caught in your throat— a flash.

A memory.

You shouting at him across a boardroom table. His hand slamming down in fury. Your voice screaming, “I will never be yours.”

You pulled away from him, trembling. But Lucien only smiled darker, brushing his thumb over your lip. “Getting your memories back already, princess?” he murmured. “Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now. And I’m never letting go.”