Sweet Revenge: Taming The Amnesiac Billionaire CEO

Chapter 5

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anhattan. The interior was silent, insulated from the city's

ands placed nervously on his knees. He felt lik

window, focused on a tablet. The setting sun cast a gol

quickly looked down, a warm

m the corner of her eye. A small

o the familiar buil

tor, his eyes widening as he saw her press

windows offered a 360-degree view of the city, with Central

etely overwhelmed. He knew his "boss" was rich, but

s and sinking her bare feet into the soft c

floor. "That's your room. The housekeeper

hospital suite. It felt like a dream. Suddenly, the

uidly, revealing a sliver of her toned midriff. "I'm t

ow to cook." In his fragmented memory, he was a te

and walking towards the master b

n the enormous, stat

pened the Sub-Zero refrigerator and stare

him. He took out his phone and searched, "

oom, wrapped in a silk robe, toweling her d

to see the table set with a perfectly cooked pan

a remnant from a former housekeeper-and was

on nervous. "I... I didn't know what you l

all bite of the salmon. The skin was crispy, the insi

t the "boy" standing before her

could cook. He had always been the imperious Mr. Carl

ntrast was d

her voice to remain neutral as she

a wide, brilliant smile, looking like a golden re

mile made her heart

journal. The betrayal. The c

ering the secret behind the journal. She just had to find a way to

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“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.”