Thomas Alexander, a connoisseur of untruths throughout his existence, especially concerning his stunningly deceitful ex-girlfriend, found himself confronted with a revelation that eclipsed all previous falsehoods in magnitude.In a state of bewildered shock, he addressed the doctor, vehemently refuting the disconcerting information. "It can't be true," he exclaimed, fixing a piercing gaze on the physician. "Leah De Nero is lying!"In response, Dr. Brandon, adopting a somber demeanor, asserted, "I assure you, Mr. Alexander, it's true. She possesses no recollection whatsoever. Not of you, not of me, and not even of her recent accident. Strangely, there's no detectable physical injury."Thomas, gripped by disbelief, insisted, "Because she's lying! She's undoubtedly lying!" His accusatory gaze bore into the doctor, emphasizing his conviction.Exhaling a weary sigh, Dr. Brandon persisted, attempting to shed light on the perplexing situation. "But she was wearing a seat belt when her head i

“Please, Thomas.” Leah’s sapphire eyes gleamed. “I want to see my home.”His brow furrowed as he looked down at her pleading face. Fuck, he thought, how could he trick her now? There was no way he would allow her to see her family.Leah really had changed, he thought. His woman had never begged him for anything. She’d never even said, Please.Except…Except for the first night he’d taken her to his bed, when all her defences had been briefly stripped away and he’d discovered the most desired woman in the world was, against all expectations, a virgin. As he’d pushed himself inside her, she’d looked up at him in a breathless hush with those violet-blue eyes, and he’d thought—he’d almost thought—He cut off the memory savagely.He wouldn’t think about how it had once been with her. Thomas wouldn’t think about how she had nearly made him lose everything, including his mind.Leah De Nero was a fatal habit that he’d finally broken—and he intended to keep it that way.“Very well,” he ground

Sunlight danced on the water as they embarked on a private water taxi from Marco Polo Airport. The September day was warm and bright as they navigated the lagoon, passing iconic landmarks like Piazza San Marco and the Bridge of Sighs on their way to the hotel in Venice. Thomas hadn't anticipated returning to this enchanting city, but sometimes life throws unexpected curveballs.Grimly contemplating the twists of fate, Thomas acknowledged that occasionally one must rewrite the rules midway through the game. Determined to win Leah's heart and commitment before her memory fully returned, he embraced the role of a romantic fool, willing to go to any lengths.As they crossed the canal, he held Leah in his arms, her eyes wide with wonder and her lips slightly parted. The admiration mirrored the way every man looked at her, evident even in the glances from the Italian driver and Thomas's attentive bodyguard. Leah , having freshened up during the private flight from London, exuded allure with

As the sun gracefully descended over the Grand Canal, the scene exuded undeniable romance, yet comfort eluded Leah. Her black stiletto heels, stylish but impractical, threatened to twist her ankles with every step. The discomfort, however, paled in comparison to the constant awareness of men's lingering stares along the walkway. Thomas, acutely attuned to the attention she garnered, clung to her arm possessively, casting glares at any man who dared approach or gaze too intently. He resembled a protective lion, ready to defend and even eliminate any perceived threat to his female companion. Leah couldn't shake the vulnerability that enveloped her, feeling like a gazelle on the brink of being torn apart for some lion's dinner – the specific lion almost irrelevant in her anxious state. Casting a sidelong glance at Thomas, a strange fear gripped her, one she attributed to her lack of memory about him. Would she be afraid if she remembered him? The uncertainty lingered in her thoughts. Be

Thomas wished he could get her out of his system once and for all. Until he never wanted her again. Until the thought of bedding her was as disgusting as a flawless Baccarat crystal decanter of imported single malt Scotch.Turning off the water, he towelled himself dry. He pulled his clothes from the closet, where someone on his staff had neatly put them away. He stepped into his boxers and black pants, then stared at himself in the half-fogged mirror. He took a deep breath.No.He wouldn’t give in to lust.He wouldn’t be seduced by her again.Fiercely, he pushed aside the thought of Leah in his bed, her skin glowing with rough lovemaking and her eyes full of desire.He’d once planned to take her new fortune from her under threat of prosecuting her for theft and corporate espionage.But now…All he wanted was for their child to be safe and healthy in his arms. And Leah disappears from their lives forever after the baby is born.As he buttoned his sharply tailored white shirt, he glare