After their brief, horrible love burned in flames, she is modest, soft-spoken, and never anticipated to stumble into the conceited and annoying Billionaire CEO, Daniel Sterling. Emily knows she needs to tell him, however, when she finds she is pregnant. He is furious by the news as Emily seems to him just as an opportunist and worries she is exploiting the child to bring back a relationship. He proposes a deal: he would take care of the child but they would remain vehemently opposed; they kept the pregnancy a secret to maintain the image of his firm. Emily hesitantly agrees, trying to deal with Daniel's hostile actions and severe accusations. Daniel begins to view Emily in a different way as the pregnancy goes on; his hard walls start to crack. Emily isn't sure whether she can trust him once again even with their sad history and growing desire. Will Daniel show he is more than the merciless CEO she has known or will their delicate romance fall apart beneath their past?

I am lying in a hospital bed without any recollection of the last six months. My head is aching, my ribs are shattered, and nothing is making sense. Then my sister informs me that I am married. To a man I don't remember. To a man who stares at me as though I have betrayed him in some way. Konstantin Volkov is detached and chilled. He barely touches me. He presents me with a contract and says that we were only doing business in marriage- that is all. I wanted money, he wanted a wife. Simple. Clean. Done. However, I discovered love letters in a secret box. My own handwriting and pages of me pouring my heart out to this man. Memories I can't access. A life I can't remember living. And when I question him why, all comes to pieces. A physician comes in with a horrified appearance. He confesses something that alters everything. I did not lose my memories in the accident. Someone took them from me. Someone paid him to erase me. And that one is the man I married. The man I seemingly loved with all my heart. Now I have to decide. Do I believe the cold, remote stranger he is now? Or do I flee the man who robbed my own mind? And above all, what shall I find when I shall at last recall the truth? What am I missing? What was so dreadful that I saw it that somebody wanted it to be forgotten?