When I opened my eyes after an hour of a dead sleep. Mini was sitting in the chair. My anger flared. I huffed out a breath and turned away from her, "Get out," Two simple words. I was hoping she would understand me and leave the room. "You're not pregnant." She whispered the words so softly that they hardly reached my ears. "I know," I gave the file and began to roam my eyes over the letters. I was pregnant. And the second page was verifying that the baby belonged to him. It infuriated me. I chucked it away from me. "It's my report." Mini said, holding it. I thinned my lips, "Are you here to blackmail me? Go ahead." "No, Evie." She tried to hold my hand. I pushed myself away from her. I stared at her, "I don't care about anything. After three months he'll know the truth. You can tell him now. I have nothing to lose." Her eyes turned glassy, " Evie! You don't understand." "I understand everything. My husband lost his memory. His.

I finished my breakfast trying not to think about anything. A Cold shiver of dread skated down my back as I heard a loud thud out of the door. I hurried out of the room. The man was on the ground, blood was running from his nose, mouth. When I looked up, I gasped and reared back, hitting the door with my back. "Evie," He advanced his steps toward me. "Assassin!" I squealed in fear. He immediately halted between us, stopping Aarav away from my back. Aarav ran his hands through his dark hair, spinning away. His back was on me. I heard him cursing multiple times. Both hands were shoved in his pockets. I looked around for Rose. Should I be scared of him? Can he harm me? "You don't need to fear?" He said, turning to me. "Why did you marry her?" I was worried about Rose. She wouldn't have been familiar with his cruel side. ''Because I love her, " He spoke softly. "I don't trust you," I took a step back. Duante had recently war

I crossed over the calendar. Forty-Five days! The plane had landed in New York. But I wasn't staying there any longer. I traveled by road and reached this beautiful place, Alberta, in Canada My small house was surrounded by green, tall trees. Thanks to Assassin. There were enough pounds in his wallet to travel and rent a beautiful small house. There were two bedrooms in the wooden polished house, one kitchen, one bathroom, and a small living area. Enough for me. I have a job. I miss him. I woke up every morning crying, I cried before sleeping. My job kept my mind away from his thinking but my heart, my heart never stopped enchanting his name. I didn't dare to speak his name. He must be finding me in every possible place in the world. He wouldn't come here. I worked for an advertising company. Assistant! It involved—event managing, carrying files and tea and coffee for my boss, calendar work, email, and phone etcetera kind of stuff. It paid the rent of the hou

DUANTE'S POV Anger burned through my veins when I saw one of the foes pointing his gun at my wife. I pulled out the gun from my holster and pointed at him. I could see her shivering. I turned my gaze to the target and pulled the trigger twice. The first pierced through his scalp and the second cut the rope he was holding for his dear life. Anger shimmered through my skin. Dread clung to her face. Her eyes shut and she fell to the ground. I reached for her and bent down. I took her in the ring of my arms and ran my hand and gazed at her back. She was fine, just unconscious. I stifled my anger and let out a slow breath. The door opened behind us, "Aakash, call the doctor." I rushed the words out of my mouth. "Yes, boss." He said. I scooped her up and strode out of the room to my suite. "Situation is under control," Willam said. Drake was assigned something important. I nodded. My gaze was sweeping around. I caught

We were back in New York, "Why New York?" I asked, turning to him. "Mini and Rose were missing home." He said. I was still upset with them. I wasn't going to talk to them. I shook my head. I didn't want to contemplate them. I smiled at being home after months. Duante did not remember anything. Which I was doubting now. There must be a reason behind it. He must have wanted to catch the stalker at any cost. It could have been related to him. I have to play my part too. I'm his wife. I'm not leaving him alone in anything. S**t! I will punish him for sure doing that to me. The driver pulled over the car. Duante stepped out first and he held the door for me and extended his hand. I ignored his hand and slithered ahead to the door. He blocked my way, "You love to do this." He taunted. "I haven't forgotten you forced me to sign without my will and then you didn't ask me before bringing me home." I snapped. He arched his brow, "You were ea