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Lea booked herself into a bed and breakfast in Haymarket on the west end of Edinburgh and fell into bed but not into sleep. She lay on her back, her eyes streaming with tears and her chest aching with emptiness. What a fool she had been to admit she loved Dave! A gauche fool who should have known better than to think he would ever return her feelings. He had locked away his heart, and she had been crazy to think she, of all people, held the key. She didn’t. And never would.She looked at her bare ring finger and sighed. She’d left his grandmother’s engagement ring and her wedding ring on Dave’s bedside table. There was no way she could keep his family heirloom. The ring would just have been a painful reminder of how she had failed to win his heart—of how her dreams had been shattered like a robin’s egg on concrete.She picked up her phone and checked if he’d replied to her text, informing him she had arrived safely. He had, but in characteristic fashion, kept it brief.Okay.There wer
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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
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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
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She could feel the beat of his heart against her cheek through his black button-down shirt. She was enveloped in his masculine scent, sandalwood and amber, exotic and woodsy. Against her will, she closed her eyes. She breathed in his smell, heard the beat of his heart, and felt his warmth.Everything else faded. The private hospital room, the nurses and doctor visible through the window of the door, the sound of one of Thomas’s men speaking urgently into his cell phone in some language she didn’t recognise, the antiseptic smell, the beeps of the machines—it all faded.There was only this.Only him.Held securely in his strong arms for the first time since her accident, she felt safe and loved. She felt as if she had a place in the world. With him.He kissed her hair softly. She felt the warmth of his breath and the hot caress of his lips, and a tremble went over her. Fear? Longing?Did he love her?She reached upward, cupping his rough jawline with her hands. Though his clothes were s
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“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
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Drawing in a deep breath, she shifted her focus away, fixing her gaze upon the evolving landscape beyond the rain-streaked windows. The scenery had undergone a transformation since they departed from the outskirts of Chicago, transitioning into a lush and verdant panorama. Trees adorned in shades of orange and yellow contributed to the rich autumnal tapestry amidst the enduring green."Leah." Thomas's voice interrupted her contemplation. She turned back to face him, captivated by his darkly handsome and authoritative presence. At that moment, his sensual mouth was etched into a firm line, indicative of his unwavering determination to assert dominance.Yet, an innate resistance stirred within her, compelling her to push back against his influence. "Thank you for asking me to marry you," she said awkwardly. "It's a warm and loving gesture, but my baby won't be born for months—""Our baby," he interjected."I can't be your wife when I can't even remember you," she reasoned."We'll see,"
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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
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Overwhelmed by Thomas's presence, the trio of men refrained from approaching Leah directly, opting instead to linger with unabashed stares and soft words of admiration. Leah, feeling exposed and vulnerable, sensed the heat rising in her cheeks under their scrutinising gaze. Grateful for Thomas taking her hand, she followed him towards the elevator, aware of the lingering gazes and the symphony of mournful sighs blending with the rhythmic click of her stiletto heels on the marble floor. Her discomfort heightened, imagining that they were probably fixated on her backside. A cold sweat broke out on her neck, and she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling of being under a microscope. Puzzled and self-conscious, she wondered why the intense scrutiny occurred until realisation struck like lightning. It was the dress. The small red dress she had plucked from her closet in his father's mansion, deeming it the simplest and most comfortable choice in her limited wardrobe, initially envisioned
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