THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN BRIDE

tiseptic. Then came the sound-a faint beep, steady and rhythmic,

ed open. The wor

tains filtered morning light through the tall windows. The bed she lay in was impossibly large, t

mm

n straining something in her neck. A man sat in a chair at the edge of the room. His pos

ck hair combed back neatly, and a suit that looked like it cost

ng familiarity s

ice was barely above a wh

t change. "I'm Julian. Jul

the words striking he

rising in her chest. A jolt of pain behind her temples made her cry out, and su

ce was calm, clinical, rehearsed. "A car cr

peating in her mind like a bad echo. "I

d that might happen. Temporary amnesi

p her throat. "Why don't I rememb

again, his expression was unreadable. "Your name is Emma C

hotel suite than a bedroom. The walls were lined with abstract a

"Where is... my fam

smoothly. "Your sister lives overseas. Yo

that last part

need rest. I've arranged for a nurse to come check on you sho

he wanted to call out, to ask a hundred questions-about their life together, about her past-but

she aske

e doorway witho

e love ea

Then, without looking at her, h

hat followed

nse. The name he'd given her felt foreign. The way he'd looked at her-like she was

to marry a man who lo

smiling gently. She moved to Emma's side, checking her vital

ything," Emma confes

"Memory loss isn't uncommon after trauma. Sometimes it

that would ground her. A photograph, a personal item, a note. But the surfaces were spotl

stomach

despite the pounding in her head. She touched her face, her arms, trying t

weak. The floor was smooth marble, cold beneath her bare feet.

r hair was dark brown, long and tousled, and her eyes-green, wide, rimmed

she murmured to

didn't argue. It on

seemed. She could feel it in the way Julian avoided her gaze,

e before t

el like she'd been