From Ashes To His Embrace

“The cold barrel of a gun pressed against my head. I had one last call to save my life, and I chose her: my Issy. But the woman who answered was a stranger. When I told her they were going to kill me, that her cousin Jordan had set me up, she was impatient. "I have no time for this," she said, her voice like ice. "Jordan and I are finalizing our engagement party invitations." Engaged. To the very man who wanted me dead. I pleaded with her, reminding her of our life together, of the memory loss from the treatment her family forced on her. "I don't have amnesia," she snapped. "I remember everything that matters. You're a mechanic from Ohio. I'm an heiress. We live in different worlds." She told me she loved Jordan, that he was her equal and I was nothing. The click of the phone hanging up was louder than the gun cocking behind me. I wasn't afraid of dying anymore. The woman I loved had already killed me. Just as I closed my eyes, the warehouse doors burst open. A dozen figures in black suits disarmed my captors in seconds. A tall woman in a power suit stepped out of the light. She offered me a business proposal: a marriage contract. In exchange for my signature, she would provide protection, resources, and a complete escape. It was my only way out.”