Dumped the Billionaire, Dated a Model

After a car crash, I lost all my memories.

Ethan Alexander—my sworn enemy—had his family draw lots for a bride, and I was the unfortunate pick. Naively, I accepted the marriage.

On our wedding night, a maid from the Alexander family was assaulted at a hotel and jumped to her death.

When Ethan got the call, he calmly hung up and resumed our bridal night without a flicker of emotion.

Our days seemed peaceful—until the day I gave birth.

As the agony of labor tore through me, he tied me to a chair.