Running From The Amnesiac Billionaire Tyrant

Chapter 4

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y. Her throat seized up. She forced a dry, trembli

leep," she stuttered.

thetic lie. He propped himself up on on

in the dim light. They carried

Even if they fought during the day, physical intim

int and laundry detergent, brushed against the side of Aliy

ve ending in her body screamed in rejection. This was the

al instinct violently overrode her fear. Aliya threw bo

e force pushed him backward. His back hit

th in Cyrus's eyes vanished, replaced by a freezing

king at a stranger. "What

r air. Her brain spun out of control. She need

say she was terrified. The original owner's entire

ion, Aliya's eyes darted to the

e a baby!" sh

een his eyebrows showed his absol

arely afford rent! You're killing yourself delivering food every d

alistic panic, shifting the entire

n reality. It acted like a physical needle, piercing direc

s at the warehouse today. He remembered the pathetic f

gh his hair. His voice dropped an octave,

unfiltered panic. "What if there's an accident? What if it breaks? We can't afford to gamble on a '

word "lives," forcing him

raged in his eyes. He knew this woman was vain and greedy,

ent incompetence. She was disgusted that

ess fury spread through Cyrus's chest. But

ed over, turning his back to Aliya, and

cold as ice. "Until you fe

The heart Aliya had suspended in her th

he lay back down, but maintained her highly

l bed. A massive chasm of missing information and

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“Aliya woke up in a dingy, freezing apartment with a throbbing headache, only to realize a horrifying truth. She had transmigrated into the American romance novel she read just last night, becoming the ultimate vicious supporting character. The exhausted man walking through the front door was Cyrus Pace, an amnesiac billionaire currently living under the delusion that he was a broke laborer. The original owner had trapped him with fabricated memories of being childhood sweethearts. Worse, she relentlessly abused him. Her phone was filled with toxic texts calling him a useless loser, and she had just staged a psychotic hunger strike to force him to buy a designer bag. Cyrus already looked at her with bone-deep, visceral disgust. In the original plot, the moment he regained his memory, his ruthless revenge would send her straight to a maximum-security prison for the rest of her life. "Are you done playing your hunger strike game?" Hearing his cold, mocking voice, the sheer terror made Aliya's blood run cold. How was she supposed to survive living with a future tyrant who already despised her? Every time his massive shadow fell over their cramped, shared mattress, her heart stopped. A single wrong move-even a microscopic mistake like accidentally crossing a physical line-would completely seal her doom. Staring at the torn box of condoms hidden under the bed, Aliya made a desperate, life-or-death decision. She had to completely rewrite her toxic persona, secretly hustle a high-commission real estate job, and save enough money to flee the country before the billionaire remembered exactly who he was.”