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After her mother’s death, Sarah has no one left but her wealthy, resentful stepfather, Alistair—who allows her into his isolated mansion just as a global lockdown begins. She wakes the next morning naked, sore, and with no memory of who she is, while he looks upon his new, blank canvas with satisfaction.
The mansion’s foyer was a cathedral of cold marble, swallowing the sound of her suitcase wheels. Alistair waited, a statue in a silk dressing gown. His ice-blue eyes tracked her—the nervous flutter in
She don't believe him.... She tried to find clues in the mansion.... But she find nothing.... Instead she find pic of them together..... When asked about servent.... He told her they left due to lockd
He approaches the bed, his gaze possessive.... He test her amnesia.... Confirm. And told her she fall the stair... Could not control himself and touch her intimately..... Show married certificate, for
Between the sex.... She takes care of food, mansion... One day she ask about relative, his her.... He told her he has no one.... And she was orphaned.... Another day she ask they have a large age gap.
He is happy... Now he is finally going to be a father... He has wife... A warm body every night.... He laugh .... He used to hate his gut and now she is carrying his child... He used to backtalk him..