The amnesia, his obsession

Chapter 5: Always be with me

The tension in the hospital room was suffocating.

Isabella's wrist was still trapped in Leonard's grip, firm and possessive.

"Leonardo... you need to rest," she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady.

His eyes darkened slightly.

"And you need to stay."

Her breath caught.

There was no hesitation in his voice.

No confusion anymore.Just certainty.

The doctor stepped forward carefully. "Mr. DeLuca, your condition is still unstable. You shouldn't stress yourself—"

"I'm not stressed," Leonardo cut in coldly.

His gaze never left Isabella.

"I just don't like people walking away from me."

A chill ran down her spine.

Because that wasn't just a statement.

It was a warning.

"I'm not leaving," Isabella said quickly, her heart racing. "I just need to—"

"To what?" he interrupted.

His grip tightened slightly.

"Run?"

The word hit her like a slap.

Run?

Was that what he thought of her?

Or worse...

Was that what his instincts were telling him?

Before she could respond, the door suddenly opened.

A tall, elegant woman stepped in, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Her eyes landed on Leonard—and immediately softened.

"Leonard's," she breathed, rushing forward.

But then—She saw Isabella.

And everything changed.

Her expression hardened instantly.

"What is she doing here?"

Isabella stiffened.

Leonard's brows furrowed. "Who are you?"

The woman froze.

"What?"

"I asked," his voice turned colder, more dangerous, "who are you?"

Shock flashed across her face.

"It's me... Victoria," she said, almost laughing in disbelief. "Your fiancée."

The room went dead silent.

Isabella's heart dropped.

Fiancée?

Leonard's expression didn't change. If anything... it darkened.

"I don't remember you."

Victoria's face paled. "What?"

"I said," he repeated slowly, "I don't remember you."

Her eyes darted to Isabella, then back to him.

"Then why are you holding her like that?" she snapped.

Only then did Leonard glance down at their joined hands.

Instead of letting go... He tightened his grip.

Deliberately. Possessively.

He said "she's my wife."

The words landed like a bomb.

Victoria let out a sharp laugh. "Wife? That's impossible. She's nothing but—"

"Careful."

Leonard's voice dropped. Low and dangerous.

The air in the room shifted instantly.

"Don't finish that sentence," he said, his eyes now ice-cold. "Unless you want to regret it."

Victoria went silent. Shocked.

Because this wasn't the Leonard she knew.

This was worse.

Isabella's heart was pounding wildly.

Nothing made sense any more, not the fiancée, not his reaction.

And definitely not the way he was holding her like she mattered.

"I want everyone out," Leonardo said suddenly.

The doctor hesitated. "But—"

"Out." He said.

This time, it wasn't a request.

Within seconds, the room emptied, leaving only the two of them.

Silence fell again.

Heavy. Intimate. Dangerous.

Leonardo slowly pulled Isabella closer until she was standing right beside his bed.

Too close.

"Explain," he said.

Her throat went dry. "Explain... what?"

His eyes locked onto hers.

"Why I don't remember anything..." he murmured.

A pause.

Then his voice dropped even lower.

"...but the moment you walk in, I feel like I shouldn't let you go."

Her heart slammed against her chest.

This was wrong, so wrong.

But why did it feel like everything was about to change?

Leonardo's fingers tightened around hers as he whispered—

"Tell me the truth, Isabella..."

His eyes darkened.

"...or I'll make you stay until I figure it out myself."