She forgot him. He remembered everything. And he's not letting her go again.
Three years ago, Elara Hart was desperate—her mother was dying, and she had no money for treatment. So when cold, ruthless billionaire Kairos Vance offered her $2 million to be his surrogate, she signed her life away.
The contract was clear: carry his child, sign away all rights, disappear forever.
But Elara made a fatal mistake. She fell in love with him.
And Kairos? He threw her away the moment their son was born, choosing his family's approval over the woman who'd given him everything.
Heartbroken and determined to fight for custody, Elara drove into a rainstorm—and straight into a nightmare. The "accident" wasn't random. It was arranged. And when she woke up three weeks later, she couldn't remember her own name, let alone the man who'd destroyed her.
Now, three years later, she walks back into his life. As a stranger.
Desperate and obsessed, Kairos makes a split-second decision that will change everything: he tells her she's his wife. That they were madly in love. That their son Leo is the product of their marriage, not a cold transaction.
She believes him. And Kairos finally has a second chance to do everything right.
But secrets don't stay buried. As Elara's memories begin to surface—fragmented images of contracts, cold hospital rooms, and his cruel rejection—she starts to realize the man she's falling for is the same man who once broke her.
When the truth explodes, Elara must decide: can she forgive the unforgivable? Or will she take everything from him the way he once took everything from her?
A story of lies, possession, redemption, and a love so twisted it might just destroy them both... or save them.

$2 million. That's what I was worth. Not as a person. As a womb.


The morning after waking in Kairos's arms, Elara had extracted herself carefully, returned to her room, and spent the day in careful avoidance. Not angry. Not scared. Just... processing. Her body had declared its truth in the night, and now her mind needed to catch up.


But the contract photos on her phone kept calling to her. Evidence. Documentation. The brutal reality beneath all the soft domesticity they'd been building.


And she needed to hear him say it. Needed the honesty that cut, because pretty lies were more dangerous than ugly truths.


So at dinner that evening—Leo happily destroying spaghetti, Kairos asking about her day with careful neutrality—Elara pulled out her phone.


She scrolled to the contract photos. The official pages with their clinical language and devastating terms. And she slid the phone across the table to Kairos.


Chapter 10 - CHAPTER 11: THE CONTRACT CONFRONTATION