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Twenty hours before the wedding, my fiancé, Edward Ashford, was involved in a serious car accident, suffering severe head trauma that left him with temporary amnesia. When he woke up, his memories stopped seven years in the past, when he and his ex-lover, Adeline Beaumont, had been deeply in love. And me? To him, I was nothing more than a stranger. I tried desperately to find a way to help Edward remember the five years we had spent together, but all I received in return was his cold distance. Instead, he indulged Adeline, allowing her to move into our mansion and giving her the position of vice president that should have belonged to me. My heart ached as it was crushed into pieces, yet I still refused to give up. Until one night, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Edward and his stepbrother, Christian Ashford. “Aurora was nothing more than a nuisance, a burden.” Edward clicked his tongue, a trace of disdain flashing across his eyes. “If you can seduce her and make her stop bothering me, I’ll give you one million dollars.” At that moment, my love for Edward died completely. So, I stopped appearing before him to salvage a relationship that had already died. Later, just as Edward had wanted, I accepted Christian’s confession and became his wife. However, after Edward regained his memories, he went almost mad searching for me, begging me to come back. “Aurora, how could you give up on the five years of love we shared? I only said those hurtful things because I had lost my memory..." Edward collapsed to his knees in tears. “Please forgive me. I remember everything right now, and regret it so much..." I stepped backward, keeping my distance from Edward with an icy expression. So what if he remembered? The wounds he had inflicted on me could no longer be healed.

The day before our third wedding anniversary, my husband, Rhodes Calloway, disappeared in a private jet crash. The jet plunged off a cliff, and his body was never found. When Blaise Calloway, Rhodes’s identical twin brother, came to break the tragic news, exhaustion and grief filled his eyes. Afraid that I might do something foolish after losing my husband, he kindly insisted that I move into his mansion with him and his pregnant fiancée, Faye Vale. Grateful to Blaise, I devoted myself to caring for the household and looking after Faye throughout her pregnancy, even more caring than a servant. Until one night, as I passed by their bedroom, I heard Faye’s giggles from inside. “Rhodes, you really are a genius. Even if Maelle died, she would never have imagined that you would pretend to be your own twin brother just to manipulate her like a fool.” Leaning lifelessly against the wall, I was stunned to realize that Rhodes was still alive. The woman I had devoted myself to caring for all these days was not Blaise’s fiancée at all. She was Rhodes’s mistress. And I, had foolishly served the two people who had deceived me. Tears streamed down my face, my heart completely shattered, but I refused to let myself be weak. Forcing back my tears, I turned and walked away, then called Rhodes’s greatest enemy, Stellan Mercer. “Your rival, Rhodes, is still alive. But I have something that can completely destroy him and bring Calloway Corporation to its knees.” I pressed my lips together. “Do you want to work with me?” Rhodes had faked his death to deceive me. So I would make him wish he were really dead.

Who Says Fat Girls Don't Win? They married me off like a debt getting paid. I wanted to pay my dying mother's medical bills while it was his family's business deal. A contract wedding nobody was supposed to survive with their heart intact.... least of all me. He looked me up and down on our wedding night and laughed. "Your body's a joke. I'll need a dress that hides all of it before anyone sees you next to me." I said nothing. I signed the prenup. I let him keep his girlfriend on the side while I played his wife in public. Then when my sick mother needed me, he locked every gate in that mansion and told his own security to stop me at the door. She died asking for a daughter who never made it. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. Something in me just ...switched off. What he never knew? My father's "business deal" with the Wellingtons wasn't the favor Jeriah's family always bragged about. It was leverage from shares his own father buried in my name years ago, waiting for the day I'd need them. I needed them now. I served him divorce papers on his hospital bed, and watched his face drain white. His brother walked in and stood beside me like he'd always belonged there. Because he had. Jeriah looked at us both and finally understood exactly what he'd thrown away. "Is there any version of this where you forgive me?" I smiled. "Now I'm his boss and I own him. Let's see how it feels when you get treated like an object, Mr. CEO."