On my wedding day, Adrian suddenly regained his memory. His eyes turned blood-red as he aimed a gun at Lucas Vaughn’s forehead, begging me in desperation:
“Lila, I remember everything now—don’t marry him.”
…
My father had taken in seven apprentices in his lifetime. Adrian was his last and most accomplished protégé—
and also the most handsome.
He was the one I’d secretly loved since childhood.
My father always said the man who married me had to prove his strength. That mission was his test.
As long as he returned alive,
the entire Lane estate would be given to me as dowry.
Five years later, I finally received word of Adrian’s return.
So thrilled I didn’t even put on shoes, I ran barefoot to greet him.
“Master, I’m not mistaken—the only one I want to marry is Stella. She cared for me when I was gravely injured. We love each other. She deserves to be my wife…”
I rushed into the hall, only to hear those words.
It felt as if my feet had rooted to the floor, unable to move.
The teacup slipped from my hand and shattered into pieces.
All eyes turned toward me, but mine were fixed only on Adrian.
Slowly, he turned to meet my gaze.
Once, his eyes would light up at the sight of me—