The Amnesiac I Saved Turned Out To Be A Missing Billionaire — And He Just Tracked Me Down
Part 1
The cold October rain felt like needles against my face as I stood alone in the narrow alleyway.
I was soaked, my sneakers sinking into the mud.
This was the exact spot where my life had derailed two months ago.
I had been walking home from my shift at the diner when I tripped over something heavy.
It wasn’t a forgotten pile of garbage like I initially assumed.
It was a man.
He had been bruised, bleeding from a jagged head wound, and shivering violently.
When he fluttered his eyes open, they were a striking shade of brilliant amber.
He had no memory of his own name, no wallet, and no idea how he had ended up next to a dumpster.
I ignored the blaring alarm bells in my head and pulled his arm over my shoulder.
I dragged his heavy frame up three flights of stairs to my worn-out sofa.
I named him Tyler, mostly because he needed something to be called.
Over the next few weeks, I bought him thrift store clothes and shared my cheap ramen.
I watched the defensive tension slowly leave his broad shoulders.
The lines around his eyes would crinkle into a smile whenever he heard my key in the lock.
He patiently learned how to fix my leaky sink, his massive hands surprisingly gentle.
I stopped wanting to come home to an empty apartment.
Then came the horrific night our front door was kicked off its hinges.
Four massive men in black tactical gear stormed into my tiny apartment.
They clearly wanted Tyler.
I fought back with everything I had, grabbing a knife and throwing my body between the armed intruders and the man I loved.
One of the masked men casually backhanded me across the face with something heavy.
My head slammed against the sharp edge of the coffee table.
The absolute last thing I saw before my vision faded to black was Tyler roaring in pure fury, his body twisting in a way that didn’t make anatomical sense.
When I woke up blinking against the harsh lights of a hospital room, a nurse was checking my IV.
Thick bandages bound my skull.
My monitors started beeping erratically as I grabbed the nurse’s sleeve, asking for Tyler.
They gently told me that I had been brought in alone.
Tyler was gone.
There was no explanation for his sudden disappearance.
There were just two agonizing weeks of suffocating silence while I recovered.
I had to take out a high-interest loan just to cover the massive medical bills.
I wrapped my arms around myself, staring at the exact spot where he had bled on the pavement.
The heavy drops of rain stopped hitting my shivering shoulders.
I blinked rapidly, confused by the sudden change in air pressure.
I could still hear the rain pouring, but it was now drumming against tight canvas right above my head.
A dark shadow fell over my freezing body.
I turned around slowly, my breath stalling in my throat.
He was standing right there behind me, holding a massive black umbrella over us both.
My pulse drummed against my throat.
But the imposing man staring down at me wasn’t the scruffy, vulnerable stray I had taken in.
His wild hair was now trimmed and expertly styled.
His strong jaw was immaculately clean-shaven.
He was wearing a perfectly tailored bespoke suit that probably cost more than my annual salary.
A gleaming gold watch peeked subtly from beneath his tailored cuff.
“You’re still here,” he murmured softly.
His voice was achingly familiar, a deep rumble that sent a hot shiver down my spine.
I swallowed hard, stepping backward.
My damp shoulder blades hit the freezing brick wall with a quiet thud.
“I was just checking to see if the trash I left behind was still here,” I choked out bitterly.
He lowered his chin, angling the massive umbrella to block the cutting wind.
“So,” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my chin from trembling.
“You remember everything then?”
He didn’t look away from my eyes for even a fraction of a second.
“Yes.”
He admitted the devastating truth without a single shred of hesitation.
“I do.”
“Good for you,” I spat out angrily.
“Convenient, isn’t it?
For all those high-stakes business deals your wealthy associates probably need you for.”
His jaw visibly clenched in frustration.
“Yes.
I suppose so.”
The relentless rain hammered aggressively against the umbrella.
“How have you been?” he asked softly, his glowing amber eyes scanning my face.
“Well, I haven’t been attacked and nearly killed in my own home in a while, so there’s that.”
He took a step back, his jaw tightening.
“Megan, please.
I am so deeply, truly sorry for what happened to you that horrific night.”
I let out a bitter, wet laugh.
“You want to know what hurt way more than getting my skull cracked open?”
I glared fiercely at his expensive silk tie.
“The simple fact that you just disappeared into thin air without a single word.”
“Without even bothering to check to see if I was actually dead or alive!”
He flinched, the sharp lines of his face softening.
“I woke up miles away with all my memories fully intact,” he pleaded desperately.
“I was alarmed.
I had no idea who had done that to me.”
He took a sudden, desperate step closer.
“I don’t have many real friends, Megan, but I have a truly terrifying amount of ruthless enemies.”
He aggressively ran his free hand through his perfectly styled hair.
“I wasn’t even sure I could trust my own inner circle of advisors.”
“I needed to understand what had happened before I selfishly dragged you back into the crossfire.”
I just stared at him, my chest heaving.
“I wanted to get you as far away from it all as possible,” he whispered hoarsely.
“If they saw me looking at you, they would have a knife to your throat by morning.”
“You could have at least called,” I whispered brokenly, a hot tear escaping.
“I was paranoid,” he insisted passionately.
“It unfortunately comes with being at the top.”
I shook my head, letting my shoulders drop.
“So you got your precious memories back and realized you’re some big, untouchable corporate kingpin.”
“I’m a lot of things, Megan,” he said, his golden eyes flashing in the shadows.
“And none of them are human.”\n\n
