Blood on My Hands, His Ring on My Finger

LovelyPert Suspense/Thriller

I woke up with blood on my hands and a diamond on my finger, and I didn't know which one frightened me more.My name is Elena Voss. At least, that's what the devastatingly handsome stranger standing in my bedroom told me when I opened my eyes to a world I didn't recognise. He said his name was Damien. He said he was my husband. He said we had been happy once, the kind of happy that fills photographs and overflows into laughter, and when he looked at me with those grey eyes full of grief I almost believed him.Almost.Because there was a dead man in my corridor, blood drying on my palms, and my husband was giving me careful instructions instead of calling an ambulance. Men who have nothing to hide don't manage situations. They panic. Damien Voss did not panic. He constructed, controlled, and calculated, and somewhere beneath the tenderness in his voice was a machinery I couldn't see but could feel turning.Then I found the phone hidden behind my bathroom wall. Then I found the brother I couldn't remember, calling me back from the other side of a night I had lost entirely. Then I found the study, locked with a birthday I shouldn't have remembered but my fingers knew anyway, and inside it I found twelve photographs and four words written in my own handwriting that stopped my heart completely.Damien ordered the hit.I am a woman without a past trying to survive a present that was carefully built to destroy me. Someone wiped my memory. Someone put blood on my hands. Someone moved a body and locked a door and planted evidence in a house full of secrets, and every person inside these walls wants something from me I cannot yet name.My husband says he loves me. My brother says run. The woman who was supposed to be Damien's wife is smiling like she has already won. And the detective sitting in my drawing room is patient and pleasant and pulling threads that are going to unravel everything.Here is what I know. I was frightened enough before I lost my memory to hide a phone, memorise an exit code, and document twelve secret meetings in a locked room. I was careful, deliberate, and prepared. And I still woke up here, bloodied and blank, at the centre of a murder I may or may not have committed.Here is what I feel. Every time Damien looks at me something in my chest responds before my mind can stop it. Not recognition exactly. Something older and more inconvenient than recognition. Something that survived whatever they did to my memory because it was buried somewhere deeper than thought.I don't know if my husband is the man who destroyed me or the only person trying to save me.I don't know if the blood on my hands was violence or sacrifice.But I am going to remember. Every single thing.And when I do, someone in this house is going to wish I hadn't.#Amnesia #Billionairehusband #Murdermystery #darkromance #Forbiddensecrets #Enemiestolovers #Betrayalbyfamily

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