Amnesia Bride: The Detective's Deadly Secret
I woke up in a hospital bed with six months erased from my mind and a dead fiancé I can't remember. The only person they let near me is Detective Dominic Davenport—the devastatingly handsome cop who handled my case. He says we were secretly engaged, shows me texts, photos, even a ring that feels completely foreign. Doctors call it trauma. My gut calls it a lie. Every memory that returns makes him look like either my savior or my destroyer, and his 'protection' is starting to feel like a cage I can't escape. Is the real betrayal the blood on my hands… or the man refusing to let me remember the truth?
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The light was wrong. Amelia noticed it before the pain registered, before the vague shape of a man's shoulder beside her bed sharpened into something solid. This glow came recessed and golden, the kin...
Read more →The discharge papers felt too crisp in Amelia's hands, like they belonged to someone else's life. She sat on the edge of the hospital bed while a nurse unhooked the last monitor. The soft beep faded i...
Read more →The apartment smelled like rain and takeout grease when Amelia woke. She lay still for a long minute, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The burgundy throw was tangled around her legs, its soft weight both co...
Read more →The apartment still carried the sharp bite of crushed lilies beneath the bleach Dominic had used that morning. Amelia stood at the kitchen counter, the broken glass long swept away but the tension fro...
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