I adored Liam Walker since childhood, seeing him as a charismatic elder figure I had always dreamed of being with, a future my parents enthusiastically encouraged for me.
But one night in a luxury hotel suite, a heavy weight pressed me down, and as his strong hands moved over me, he whispered "Isabella," fracturing my mind with terrifying memories of a past life where I was his wife, carrying his twin babies.
That life had ended in a bloody mess, my children unborn, all because of his destructive obsession with Isabella Rossi, and now, he coldly offered a transactional marriage "to avoid trouble," while Isabella, clearly reborn too, actively worked to destroy me.
This wasn't just a nightmare; it was a horrifying repeat, a cruel fate orchestrated by a man who never loved me and a rival determined to erase my very existence from this world.
Yet, armed with the horrifying knowledge of a future I would never allow to happen again, I declared, "Nothing happened, Liam, I was just leaving," marking my unbreakable resolve to break free from the past and forge a new life.