A car crash erased my memory. In the haze, my sworn enemy Victoria Frost became my fiancée—her family’s choice, and my amnesiac self complied. On our wedding night, a young valet, humiliated by her family, jumped to his death. Victoria calmly returned to our suite, slipping back into my arms like nothing happened. Life with her was tranquil—until my birthday. I woke to shattered limbs, strapped to a chair. "Amnesia? Infiltrating my family? Humiliating Leo?" Victoria’s nails dug into my chin, her smile icy. "Thomas Logan, you sicken me." Then the final blow: "Your parents just jumped from their office. The Logan Corporation is gone." I died in agony, my corpse dumped on a mountain, soul denied peace. Then—I woke up. Back to the crash. The Frost matriarch smiled at my bedside. "Thomas, you and Victoria have always been destined..." I threw back the blanket, revealing the supermodel beside me—all legs and smoldering gaze. "Sorry," I said lightly. "I’m already taken." 1 "You! Have you no shame?!" The old woman trembled with rage at the sight of the beautiful model in my bed. She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I watched her go, my fingertips drumming a light rhythm on the edge of the bed. My first act upon rebirth was to have my assistant urgently arrange for a model to come to the hospital. "Don't you worry, Mr. Logan," the model had assured me with a wink. "I'll make it look more real than the real thing." The door was suddenly kicked open. Victoria Frost strode in, the meek-looking Leo trailing behind her. Her face was a thundercloud, her eyes sweeping over the model on the bed. "Thomas Logan," she growled, her voice tight with fury, "what did you say to my mother to upset her like that?" She sneered. "Antagonizing me at every turn… you're just desperate for my attention, aren't you? Too bad. The only men I'm interested in are the ones who know their place." I calmly met her gaze. "Who are you? I'm sorry, I was in a car accident. I don't remember anything." "Playing the amnesia card?" Victoria lunged forward, her hand clamping onto my chin. "Thomas, that's a pathetic new low, even for you!" I used the same trick again. I flung back the covers. The model languidly propped herself up, flashing Victoria a provocative smile. Victoria’s pupils constricted. Her hand flew, striking my face with a sharp crack. "Filth!" "Miss Frost~" Leo immediately sidled up to her, his voice sickeningly sweet. "For Mr. Logan to be so brazen… if you two were actually married, can you imagine the scandals?" I slowly wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. "Who said I was going to marry you? You're getting ahead of yourself." "Playing hard to get?" Victoria seized my wrist. "All these years, you've done nothing but oppose me. It was all just to make me look at you, wasn't it?" I wrenched my hand free. "I. Will. Not. Marry. You." "Don't act so high and mighty," she scoffed, her fingertip tracing my collar with contempt. "Even if you were lying here naked and begging, I wouldn't touch you. The men I like… are considerate and understanding." Her gaze shifted to Leo, whose ears instantly turned red. I gave a lazy yawn. "Are you finished? I need to rest. The door is over there." Victoria gritted her teeth. "Fine. Let's see how long you can keep up this act. When you come crawling back to me on your knees, don't expect me to show you any mercy!" SLAM! The door shuddered in its frame. The moment it closed, Leo glanced back, a triumphant smirk flashing across his face. 2 Once they were gone, I pulled a prepared envelope from the nightstand and handed it to the model. "Thank you for your trouble. Here's a bonus." As she took the money, she leaned in close, her perfume a subtle, alluring cloud. "Mr. Logan, if you ever need my services again… call me." The door clicked shut behind her, and I let out a long breath. The sun streamed through the window. I greedily inhaled the sterile, antiseptic air—the scent of being alive. In my last life, in this very room, I had signed the marriage certificate in my amnesiac state. I had even willingly handed over all my shares in the Logan Corporation to Victoria. This time, I would not repeat my mistakes. My phone vibrated. I answered. "Thomas," my mother's voice was hesitant. "The Thorne family from Capital City paid us a visit today. They… they want to propose a marriage alliance. Would you be willing to reconsider?" I gripped the phone tightly. My mother had brought this up in my last life, too. I had rejected it on the spot. "I know all you can think about is that Frost girl," she had said, "but you can't force love, darling. I just want you to find someone better." "Who said I like Victoria Frost?" I let out a light laugh. "Mom, our rivalry has always been about business. Nothing more." On the other end of the line, my mother sounded surprised. "I agree to the alliance with the Thornes," I said, my voice calm. "Their family has an impeccable reputation. They are the most suitable match." "Really?" My mother's voice was suddenly buoyant. "The Thorne heiress might be a bit cold, but she's leagues better than that Frost girl! I have to go tell your father!" After hanging up, I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. The Thornes were undoubtedly the better choice. They were not just an old-money dynasty with deep roots in the capital, but more importantly, I remembered clearly: in my past life, Thorne Industries was the only company that continued to support the Logan Corporation even under the immense pressure of a hostile takeover by the Frosts. A week later, I attended a high-end auction for my mother's birthday. I'd barely walked in when I saw Victoria holding Leo's hand, the two of them inseparable. Leo’s eyes fell on my custom-tailored suit, a flicker of envy flashing in their depths. "Interesting," Victoria raised an eyebrow. "Following me now, Thomas? How pathetic." "Don't flatter yourself. It's a coincidence." I turned to leave, but she grabbed my wrist. "There's a limit to playing hard to get," she hissed. "You think this will get my attention?" I shook her off. "Miss Frost, you think far too highly of yourself." Once the auction started, every item I showed interest in, Leo would immediately raise his paddle. Victoria took it even further, tripling the price on a particular antique vase. "Five million!" she declared, looking at me with open provocation. "Is Mr. Logan going to bid higher?" A murmur went through the crowd. The vase wasn't worth half that. I gently set down my paddle, stood up, and left. My phone buzzed with a message. If you want to marry into the Frost family, you learn to heel. Right now, you're not even fit to be my boy-toy. I stared at the screen for two seconds before permanently blocking the number. A few days later, I ran into her again at a luxury department store. Leo's eyes lit up at the sight of a pair of leather shoes I was holding. Victoria immediately understood. "You want them, Leo? I'll buy them for you." The store clerk intervened. "Ma'am, I do apologize. This particular pair was a limited edition, custom-ordered by Mr. Logan three months ago. It's the only one in the entire city…" "I said," Victoria's voice rose, her gaze sharp as daggers, "I want those shoes. Now." I slapped my black card down on the counter. "First come, first served. Does Miss Frost not understand the most basic of rules?" Victoria yanked my wrist, her nails digging into my skin. "Thomas Logan, must you always oppose me?" she seethed. "The more you do this, the more pathetic you look. If you want to marry me, just say so. Stop with these childish games." I pulled my hand back forcefully. "You really do think too highly of yourself." I turned to the clerk. "Please wrap them up for me now." The clerk timidly took my card. Victoria's face turned impossibly dark. Seeing this, Leo quickly clung to her arm. "Victoria, let's just go. I don't want them anymore…" "No." Victoria snatched the shoe box as the clerk was wrapping it. "In Cresthaven, there is nothing Victoria Frost can't have!" With that, she dragged Leo away without a backward glance. 3 The next morning, an exquisitely wrapped gift box was sitting on my office desk. The moment I untied the ribbon, a strange, foul stench hit me. The black leather shoes were covered in suspicious, sticky stains, with clumps of hair stuck to the heel. My phone buzzed. A message from Leo popped up. Mr. Logan, I thought about it and couldn't bear to take something you love. Here are the shoes back. Wore them dancing with Victoria last night, whoops! Got a little dirty~ Fighting back a wave of nausea, I threw the shoes in the trash. A message from my mother suddenly appeared. Thomas, the dowry list the Thornes sent over is absolutely staggering! I opened the file and sucked in a breath. The value of the assets listed could buy the Logan Corporation three times over. The Thornes, known for their low-profile, mysterious ways, had made an unprecedented show of sincerity for me. The rare treasures on the list alone were proof of how seriously they were taking this union. At Cresthaven's annual business gala, I was chatting with a few friends when the main doors swung open. Leo walked in, dressed in a garish sequined suit with tacky diamond cufflinks. Whispers erupted around us. "My god, what is he wearing? So tasteless…" "Did you hear? He was originally a servant at the Frost estate. No idea how he wormed his way into being Miss Frost's assistant." "I've seen his type before. Ambitious and rotten to the core." Leo's expression didn't change as he walked straight towards me. "Mr. Logan," he said, raising his voice deliberately. "Those limited-edition shoes… why aren't you wearing them?" I took a sip of my wine, my voice light. "Oh, something dirty touched them. I threw them out." He was momentarily speechless, then sneered. "Just you wait, Mr. Logan. You're no match for me." Before the words were even out of his mouth, he threw himself backward with dramatic flair, crashing into a champagne tower. It collapsed with a deafening roar, sending glass shards flying everywhere. "Ah!" he screamed, and every eye in the room swiveled to us. Before I could react, Victoria rushed over and shoved me violently. I stumbled back, my hand landing on a pile of broken glass. Blood immediately welled up. "Thomas Logan!" Victoria cradled a trembling Leo, her eyes blazing with fury. "What did you do?" Leo leaned against her. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have shown my face in front of Mr. Logan and offended him." He sobbed, "He said my background was beneath him…" "Apologize," Victoria commanded coldly. I clenched my bleeding hand. "For what?" She suddenly reached out and ripped the jade pendant from my neck—the only thing I had left from my grandmother. "No!" I lunged for it. CRACK! She smashed it on the floor, and it shattered into a dozen pieces. "Next time," she said, helping Leo to his feet and looking down at me, "it won't be this simple." My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles were white. For the next week, the entertainment news was filled with photos of Victoria taking Leo on lavish shopping sprees. I acted as if I didn't see a thing. 4 I was working late in my office when the door was kicked open with brutal force. Before I could even look up, a cold hand clamped around my throat. Leo suddenly dropped to his knees, his voice thick with tears. "Mr. Logan, my parents are just ordinary workers! I'm begging you, please spare them!" He held up his phone. On the screen, a middle-aged couple, their faces bloody, were kowtowing to the camera. "Mr. Logan! Please, have mercy! Our son would never dare compete with you for Miss Frost!" Victoria snatched the phone, the rage in her eyes about to erupt into flames. "Thomas Logan! You're a monster! You sent people to beat up Leo's parents?" "I don't even know them," I said, looking coldly at Leo. "A fine performance." "Still denying it?!" Victoria slammed the phone down in front of me. On the screen, the couple began slapping their own faces. "They're begging you by name!" I took a deep breath and looked straight at Victoria. "I did not do this." Leo scrambled forward, grabbing my wrist. "Mr. Logan, my parents are in the hospital right now! They've been honest people their whole lives, how could they possibly…" "Shut up!" I threw his hand off. "If you're going to frame me, at least come up with a believable lie." "You make me sick, Thomas," Victoria’s face was ice. "If you want to marry me, you shouldn't be doing such idiotic things." "Take him!" Four bodyguards immediately surrounded me, twisting my arms behind my back. As they dragged me out, Leo's soft sobs followed me. "Miss Frost, my parents, they…" I was forced onto the cold stone floor of the Frost family's old chapel, my knees bruising with each impact. Victoria threw a share transfer agreement in my face. "Sign it. Transfer eighty percent of your personal shares to Leo." "Go to hell," I spat out the words. Leo feigned concern. "Miss Frost, Mr. Logan looks down on people like me… maybe we should just forget it…" Victoria shoved my head down. "You seemed pretty tough when you were beating up his parents, didn't you?" She pried my fingers open and forced them onto an ink pad. "You're signing this today, whether you want to or not!" I was locked in the chapel for three days. When the door finally opened, I thought I was free. But it was Leo who walked in, alone. "Miss Frost said you can go," his voice echoed in the cavernous space. I weakly lifted my head and met his venomous gaze. He slowly untied my ropes, then suddenly shoved me to the ground. The pungent, acrid smell of gasoline filled my nostrils. "What are you doing?!" I stared at the flickering lighter in his hand, my voice trembling. He sneered. "It's time for Mr. Logan to disappear, isn't it? How about I make it quick for you? Save you the trouble of hanging around Miss Frost all day!" The moment the lighter fell, flames erupted with a roar. I let out a gut-wrenching scream, which alerted Victoria, who was standing outside. "What's going on?!" she burst in, freezing at the sight of the inferno. Leo reacted instantly. "Miss Frost! Mr. Logan said if he can't have you, he'll destroy you! He threatened to burn down the entire Frost chapel!" Victoria's roar filled the hall. "Put it out! What are you all standing there for?!" But the fire was growing, the heat distorting the very air. Just then, the main gates of the estate were smashed open by several armored vehicles, their engines roaring so loudly the ground shook. A woman in a flame-red coat stepped through the fire, flanked by two rows of heavily armed guards who instantly secured the entire courtyard. Her face was grim. "Where is Thomas Logan?" Victoria’s expression changed. "What are you doing here?" The woman didn't even spare her a glance, charging directly into the inferno. Her team moved with chilling efficiency, bringing the blaze under control in moments. She carried me out of the flames. Blood soaked through her expensive coat, but she held me as if I were a priceless, fragile treasure.
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