The CEO's Missing Heiress

"He gave me an antique diamond, swore I was his fiancée, and promised he’d wait until I remembered loving him. The only problem? My wiped phone had one unsent message: IF I DISAPPEAR, DON’T TRUST CALVIN."

Waking up in a private Manhattan hospital suite with six months violently erased from my mind is terrifying. Waking up to Calvin Blackwood, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire CEO of Blackwood International, claiming to be the love of my life is worse. In every photograph he shows me, I look radiantly, genuinely in love with him. But looking into his guarded espresso eyes now, I feel stone-cold blankness. When he whisks me away to his fortress-like Fifth Avenue penthouse, the red flags multiply. My private office is sealed behind biometric locks. Armed sentries shadow every exit. And Calvin deflects every question about my father’s sudden death with razor-sharp control and frustratingly gentle patience. He swears he’s keeping me safe from the corporate syndicate framing his firm. But as lethal threats close in and missing pieces of my memory begin to surface in blood-stained flashes, the lines between protector and captor completely blur. Someone didn't just cause my accident. Someone systematically operated on my brain to wipe out the names of the men who murdered my father, and to steal the multi-billion-dollar shadow empire left in my bloodline. Calvin Blackwood is hiding secrets that could destroy us both. But as the shadows close in, the most terrifying revelation isn't whether I can trust him with my past, it’s that he’s willing to take a bullet to his chest just to keep me breathing.