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“I’ll clear your mother’s debt entirely. In return, you’ll marry me.”

“Are you out of your mind? Do you really think I’d agree to such an absurd proposal?”

“Possibly. But it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. You keep your shop, and I get what I need.”

“And what exactly is it that you need?”

“That’s none of your concern. All you need to know is that this deal benefits both of us.”

Two years ago, Lunara entered a marriage she never wanted. Desperate to save her mother’s flower shop, she was cornered by Eryx, a man with a hidden agenda. With no other choice, she agreed, and found herself bound to him in a transaction of convenience—he needed something from her, and she needed him to prevent her world from falling apart.

But after the papers were signed, he disappeared without a word, leaving her with nothing but unanswered questions and lingering bitterness.

Now, fate has thrown them together once more but with a cruel twist, Eryx doesn’t remember her at all.

Lunara believes she’s long since moved on. But when she sees him again, a stranger who has no recollection of their past, old wounds resurface. What was the truth behind their marriage? And why, despite the resentment, does her heart still stir when he’s near?

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Lunara was listening to the nail parlour staff explain the package when Eryx's name suddenly appeared on the screen of her phone. Instantly, she glanced out through the glass wall, and saw Eryx gesturing for her to answer the phone.

"Hey," Eryx's voice came through, sounding a little more urgent than usual. "I really need to head back to the office. My secretary's already arrived and will be accompanying you until I get back."

Lunara blinked, confused. "Your secretary?"

"You haven't met her before," he said. "Her name is Grace and she doesn't talk much."

Just then, the door opened with a quiet chime. A woman walked in with a confident, measured pace. Hair in a tight bun, sharp black coat, minimal makeup. She gave a small nod toward Lunara.

"You must be Mrs. Lunara," Grace said politely, her voice calm. "I'll be right over there if you need anything." She took a seat near the wall, already pulling out a tablet and stylus.

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