Twisted Hearts... Tangled hearts

an's eyes were dark, filled with something unreadable, something dangerous. The weight o

and questioning every memory-or lack thereof-that plagued h

. "Emilia," he murmured, his voice soft but firm, as if h

tasted bitter

amed that something wasn't right. She had been alone in the hospital, without a single familiar face except his. No fr

chair she sat in. "I don't remember you," sh

ng his hands on the arms of the chair, effectively cagi

were captivating-intense in a way that made it difficult to lo

What if I don't

w because you're scared. But I know you, Emilia. And I kn

ut there was an edge to them, a q

needed air, needed space. "I

y nodding. He stood, straightening his posture. "I

m, her chest tightening as th

rply. Her hands trembled as she reached u

eded t

ought led back to the same question: Wha

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sily. Emilia lay awake, staring at the ceiling,

ng wasn

st her skin. The penthouse was luxurious-far too gra

ad met at a gala and fallen in love almost instantly. He had pain

true, why didn

icked it on. The warm glow illuminated

a yacht. She was in his arms, smilin

rs traced

should have sparked something insid

nock star

ili

n's v

d before ans

for him to peek inside. His expres

ook he

wore only a pair of loose sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt,

you'd rest,"

tri

t touching her. "Your body is healing. Your mind needs

m. "What if I

arkened. "

inty unne

covers. "Julian... do

esit

ent alarm bells r

d finally. "But

y n

for you when you needed them. When the accid

twisted. "That do

firm, unwavering. "You don't n

n his tone sent a sh

d, his touch gentle but in

their intert

want

and Julian's story w

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ing, Emilia d

f Julian wasn't going to give them

she wanted to take a nap. Julian had left for

. The penthouse was massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that

s office door

breath, she

cked with neatly arranged papers. But it wasn't the

ked d

crouched down, testing th

was still alone, before rifling through th

s she picked them up,

ic

revealing a stack of d

he didn't

r fingers hovering o

urn it on, a voice

think you're

eath c

the doorway. His expression was unreadable,

er grip on the

g." His voice w

to meet his gaze. "I

ements slow, measured. "I told

Julian. You told me what

ween them like a

clenching. "I was hoping we woul

around Emi

u mean?" sh

grip firm but not forceful. "It means you need

at him, realiz

just keepi

trolling e

e wasn't

ht neve

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