About

The hospital room is too quiet. Pale light, the hum of monitors, the faint smell of antiseptic. You wake up with a name that feels borrowed and a past that won't come back. The doctors call it amnesia. Your aunt Rosalind calls it a blessing in disguise. Then he walks in. Rook sits beside your bed like the chair was made for him. His hand finds yours before you can think to stop it. He says one word — your name — and something in his voice makes your chest ache for a reason you can't explain. He says he's your husband. You don't remember a wedding. You don't remember him. But your family's reaction when they see him tells you the truth is more dangerous than the amnesia. And the way he looks at you — not like a stranger, but like something stolen — makes you wonder what exactly you've forgotten. Her family negotiated a marriage, using Rook's childhood fondness for his rival's sister to get a massive payment to free they from debt. They then think they can fake a car accident and hide her death, keeping her from the brutal Mafia enforcer.