Escaping His Obsession, Finding Love

fiancé, Elliott, watching coldly as I drowned, his mind poisone

It was Elliott, home early. And holding his arm was Katarina. He claimed he'd had a "sma

riceless mementos thrown in the trash. When I protested, he threw me against the wall. When Katarina "acci

ictim, too. But now, he remembered everything-our childhood, our love, our promises. Thi

uards drag me to a soundproofed room in the basement and strap me to a chair. As the electricity seared through my body, I underst

pte

mbered was the cold w

ze, was the final image burned into my mind. He and

a gasp, my sheets s

ndow of my bedroom. My bedroom.

s al

ore the endless torment, before I fina

legs felt weak. This time, I would not make

lost his memory and Katarina, the paramedic who "saved" him, sunk her claws into him. She

leave him before his trip. I would sell my pa

lliott Hickman or K

ngers shaking as I dialed

when she answered.

doorbell rang. A sharp, insisten

to be here. He was suppo

t up my spine. So

e, my hand gripping the polished wood r

here

, his dark hair perfectly styled. But his eyes were cold.

him, holding his ar

r face a mask of sweet innocence.

it happened. He hadn't had his ac

is voice smooth but lacking a

ith him. He didn't have amnesia. He r

ught her h

his arm tightening around her. "She saved my life.

had the accident. But h

inally landing on me. There was no love in it. Only a possessive chill

me a small, tr

beginning. And this time, m

phantom pain, a memory of his hands on me, not in love, but in

im I was a gold-digger who had tried to hurt him. He believed her. He

arina do whatever she wanted to me. She destroyed the priceless mementos my deceased parents

there was nothing left. Until the only e

ured, clear-eyed face, a horr

love. He remembere

ere. He was choosing to hurt me,

from a lost memory. This was

gh my panicked thoughts. "Aren't

cold face to Kat

rapped.

to say, my voice a ho

mile, but it didn't reach his

. "Prepare the guest room next to

as my parents' memorial room, where

ce dropping, "Have her th

t blurring into one terrifying nigh

ome, and this time, he was a willing

life was

econd life would

get out

ng unreadable in his eyes. He seeme

"Katarina is sensitive. I expect you to treat her

my throat too

e stairs, his hand po

r, the echo of their footste

my childhood sweetheart. He would bring me breakfast in bed, surprise me with trips to see rare archit

liott w

p those stairs was a

as his