Sweet Revenge: Taming The Amnesiac Billionaire CEO

Chapter 2

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chest like a shield, backing away f

ce flat. She turned and walked towards the door. "My l

followed her every step. "Where are you goin

re witho

open and slammed it shut behind her.

furious in the mirrored walls. She would stay with her agent,

ite Maserati, her heels clicking angrily on the concrete. As she reached

ing with a jacket. In the dim garage ligh

cking me!"

ignoring her accusation. "We're

et go!" She tried to push him aw

nger door, bundled her inside, and slid into the driver'

d, clawing at the door handle, but t

ignition. The engine roared to life, an a

e?" she cried, gripping

erator. The sports car shot out of the park

of late-night Manhattan traffic. The air inside the

he yelled, but her word

he bloodshot fury in his eyes. He h

tting off other cars, the speedometer cl

Stop the car!

el tightening. "Maybe we should just die together. A fit

raction, his eyes wild with

laring, barreled through th

to stretch,

ed. He slammed on the br

act, she felt a powerful forc

body over hers, shielding her completely, crus

nt she both loved and hated. The last thing she hear

ror

f metal, the explosive shatter o

only the violent judder of the impact, a dull knock

smell of gasoline an

her. His head was limp against her shoulder, and blood was pouring f

g as she reached for his face. She felt for h

the distance. Peo

o had just threatened her, the man who had just s

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Sweet Revenge: Taming The Amnesiac Billionaire CEO

Isis Beutler Romance

“Aurora Morgan pushed the divorce papers across the desk to her billionaire husband, Julian Carlisle. Next to the papers lay his black leather journal, opened to a page that had just shattered her three-year marriage. In his crisp handwriting, the cold and untouchable CEO had written: "If I could go back, I would never let her go." Julian didn't explain or deny it. Instead, he tore the divorce papers to shreds, trapped her in her chair, and coldly reminded her that her body, her acting career, and her entire life were completely under his control. When she tried to escape, he forced her into his sports car, driving like a madman through the Manhattan night, threatening that they should just die together. But when a massive truck ran a red light and barreled toward them, Julian unbuckled his seatbelt and threw his body over hers, taking the full, fatal force of the collision. He survived, but the severe brain trauma wiped his memory clean, regressing his mind to that of an innocent sixteen-year-old boy. Looking at the man who had mentally tortured her, cheated on her in his heart, yet sacrificed his life to save hers, Aurora's heart was filled with a terrifying emptiness and bitter resentment. Why did he get to forget his betrayal while she was left to carry the agonizing weight of their broken marriage? And who on earth was the woman in the journal? A wild, vengeful plan formed in her mind. She handed the amnesiac boy a forged contract, looking down at him with a cold, beautiful smile. "Your name is Julian. You are my assistant, and you owe me a massive debt." This time, she was going to be the one in control.”