Raymond's POV
Five years had passed, but I still couldn’t erase the memory of that beautiful woman.
The stranger from the bar.
I had spent countless nights trying to recall her face, but all I ever remembered were her deep, sorrowful eyes and the way her body melted into mine that night. She was wild, desperate, and breathtaking. And just like a storm, she had disappeared by morning.
I sent out men after her, using the little information I had, but no one could find her, there was no name, no identity. Just a ghost of a woman who had burned herself into my soul.
But I guess fate had its own plans.
Five years had passed, and everything had changed.
Alexander had moved on and married Rachel. Our father was proud, boasting to everyone about how his "perfect son" had settled
