Sweet Revenge: Taming The Amnesiac Billionaire CEO

Chapter 7

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irs, breakfast was already on the table: f

. He'd clearly had a sleepless night. When he saw her,

picking up her phone. She di

ling to grace my morning?" Leo's flamboyan

heard the unfamiliar man's voice, the

ght and cheerful. "Leo, clear my af

!" Leo's voice was laced with a smile. "But seriously,

Situation at home? Who wa

rora said vaguely, then chatted with Leo about some i

ile he had failed to earn last night. A s

d his dark expression, his lips

action through her, washing away the last remnants of her bad mood. Controll

pour a little more

ed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.

like daggers on the phone

hair. She walked over to him and hooked a fing

hroat. He could smell the faint, clean scent of her sk

tions on his face," she murmured, her

, "If you 'serve' me well, and make me happy, I might consider giving

lian's mind. For a sixteen-year-old boy

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eart hammering. He replaye

e'll spend more time with him = he c

rfect sense in his s

nd cleaning were just basic duties. That wasn't e

rom the dregs of his adolescent

inished her bath and was drying

came at her

assuming it was the houseke

around his hips. Water droplets trickled down the hard planes of his abdomen. H

e hairdryer clattering to the flo

and resolve. He knelt before her on one knee, looked up, and

revealing a broad expanse of skin, while the firm lines of his muscles stretched inward from his knees. Beneat

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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.”