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ory. Or rathe
een secretly dating for five years, eff
fit to be a c
engagement to a woman a
ation, I faked amnesia, convenie
regretted it. He kidnapped me right out of my wed
pte
ra's
the Omni Parker House
nr
the champagne flute trem
I had last seen his face, and two months since I had made
in the bustling crowd, he
on. His undeniable charm acted like a gravitational pull, drawing pe
on of a second before he changed direction, heading straight for me. E
a," he
s gaze with a blank, uncomprehendin
ne of my dress, then sweeping all the way down to my
atching-whenever he felt I was his exclusive
eyes darting quickly over
ing to maintain control. He noticed the subtle stares and caugh
his expensive wool overcoat and
m tightly, pulling me
you really that mad?" He leaned in, his lips practically brushing
s grasp, but his hand held me in
se maintain a polite distance. I don't
a dangerous glint fl
cracked, revealing a
a distinct warning. He only ever used my full nam
I would immediately shrink back, apo
ells, tailoring my reactions to his m
Aurora
ion. The performance was flawless. "Sir, do I know you? I'
ance. He waved a hand dismissively, brushing off my words. "
d casual belittlement pr
of pain welled
im constantly calling me "overreactive" or "too emotional," and his
" Elliot's calm, warm voice sha
ringing with him a ground
shield. He rested a hand gently on the sma
that my fiancée, Aurora, was in a severe car accident a few months ago?
" Conrad
might not recognize a lot of people she knew b
d into slits. A flicker of genuine shock crossed
about my well-bei
to know if he h
ten him. I chos
pe the suffocating shame of bein
to be tossed aside and replaced by someone more "suitable
te, giving me the chanc
sibility of post-traumatic amnesia; it
nto it. Of course he w
tting on a bewildered and visibly confused expression. "Sir
arents never
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