Chapter 1
Rachel Hall’s half–sister Amy Scott had been interning at the company for less than two weeks when she lost two major accounts.
Following company standards. Rachel, as department director, gave Amy a grade C on her monthly performance evaluation
That evening on her way home. Rachel’s car was deliberately cut off by a van.
Several fierce–looking men wielding steel rods and baseball bats jumped out, smashing her car windows to pieces without a word.
“Make trouble for Amy again, and next time won’t be this easy.”
The leader viciously spat a glob of phlegm through the shattered window at Rachel before leaving with his men.
Fuming with rage and fear, Rachel trembled uncontrollably.
Huddled in the driver’s seat, it took her a while to barely compose herself.
After dropping her car for repairs, she entered her villa’s courtyard gate to find Aaron Jones in the garden, cupping Amy’s face tenderly.
“Honey, no more tears, alright?
I’ve already taught Rachel a proper lesson for you. Feeling better now?”
“I… I never asked you to do that. After all… Rachel’s your fiancée.”
Amy pressed her rosy lips together, another tear tracing her cheek even as she spoke.
“That doesn’t mean a thing. What matters… is here.” Aaron placed a hand over his heart dismissively
Aaron gazed at Amy with tender affection, gripping her hand and pressing it firmly against
his chest
Rachel’s eyes stung, her heart squeezed by an invisible fist–that loving look hadn’t been
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directed at her in so long
Amy finally brightened, a shy smile curling at her lips.
Aaron’s eyes darkened as he leaned in for a kiss, only to be stopped by Amy’s fingertip against his mouth.
“Aaron, I love you… but I’ll absolutely never be the other woman.
Putting on an air of dignified reserve. Amy walked toward the garage, casting lingering glances over her shoulder.
Aaron watched until she vanished from sight before slowly turning away
Spotting Rachel, he showed neither surprise nor guilt, just arching a rakish brow. Under the lights, his sharp features remained achingly familiar to her
“Saw everything?
Good. Let’s settle this.
Rachel, I can give you that so–called status But the only woman I, Aaron Jones, truly love is Amy.”
Rachel stood frozen, struck by lightning Knowing it in her heart was one thing–hearing him say it aloud was entirely different.
Rachel’s body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. “No… it can’t be. Alex said… he said I was the one he loved, the only one!”
Aaron frowned at Rachel’s tears, his right hand instinctively twitching at his side before he caught himself. forcing it still.
“There is no ‘Alex‘ anymore. Truth be told, there never was. There’s only Aaron.”
He looked down at her, his voice icy.
Rachel stared blankly at Aaron, desperately searching his face for any trace of the man she knew, the Alex who belonged to her. But she found nothing.
Rachel had found Aaron on a foreign street two years ago.
Back then, he was covered in wounds, hovering on the brink of death. He couldn’t even
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remember his own name, recalling only that it seems “Alex“.
So Rachel called him “Alex.” To save him, she spent every penny of her savings and mortgaged the only property her grandmother left her, finally snatching Alex back from death’s grip.
In a distant land, facing life–and–death trials, their falling in love felt more natural than breathing.
For Rachel, that period was the happiest time she’d ever known.
Until the Jones family patriarch came knocking, Rachel had no idea that Alex was actually Aaron, the head of the Jones conglomerate. While on an overseas business trip, he’d been set up and ended up on the streets.
The Jones family had been leaderless for quite some time. Alex needed to become Aaron again.
After Aaron returned home for surgery–a highly successful operation—his memories came flooding back. He remembered everything, including his childhood love, Amy. Yet in a dramatic twist, he forgot those two years with Rachel entirely, even their life–long engagement pledge.
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