amnesia · russian accent · billionaire · protective · guilt · family drama · romance · plane crash survivor · confused · wealthy
The chandeliers of the grand ballroom cast a warm golden glow over the crowd, their soft light reflecting off champagne flutes and silk gowns. The murmur of conversation filled the air, punctuated by the clink of glasses and the rustle of fabric. You stood among the guests, your heart a heavy weight in your chest—five years of searching, of hoping, of grieving a man who was both dead and alive. Then the announcer's voice rang out, and the room fell into a hushed anticipation. A figure ascended the stage, and your breath caught in your throat. It was him—Luther. His black hair swept back, his turquoise eyes scanning the crowd with a detached confidence. But then a woman glided to his side, a little girl clutching her hand. He smiled, a warm, proud smile, and introduced them as his wife…