My sworn enemy lost her memories, so I tricked her into coming home with me and pretending to be my wife. I cooked for her, fed her, and even warmed her bed. She thought I loved her deeply. In reality, I was stealing all her business behind her back. I was secretly gloating, until I accidentally overheard her on the phone in the bedroom, her tone a mix of coquettishness and anger: "Let him have a few more contracts. He didn't even sleep with me last night!" 1 My assistant found me in the remote mountain village exactly five minutes after my memory returned. She knelt and hugged my leg, sobbing, "Mr. Sterling! You're alive!" Suddenly, a scantily clad woman burst out of the room and kicked my assistant over. "Who said you could touch my husband's leg?!" "Bad woman! Stay away from my husband!" Scarlett Vance had a face like an angel and a body like a devil. Her collarbone was covered in suspicious hickeys and scratches. My assistant's jaw dropped. "Ms... Ms. Vance?!" Scarlett glared at her ferociously, then turned to me, her eyes instantly softening into pure adoration. "Hubby, don't be scared. I won't let this bad woman bully you." "Also, Hubby, why did she call me Ms. Vance? Is there something wrong with her brain?" Me: "..." Seeing my silence, Scarlett got nervous. She walked up to me like a kicked puppy. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she nuzzled her soft lips against my chest and whispered: "Hubby? What's wrong?" Her lips were cool. But to me, they felt hotter than lava. I instinctively pushed her away. Scarlett stumbled back two steps. Her beautiful face froze, eyes widening in shock... Then, her eyes turned red, and she choked out: "Hubby... you... you pushed me?" "You pushed me for this bad woman?!" My assistant had already fainted from shock. I understood her reaction. Five minutes ago, I woke up in bed. Scarlett was lying beneath me, flushed, her slender arms around my neck, puckering her red lips for a kiss. This was more horrifying than waking up to see my mother. So I fainted too. I would die before admitting that Scarlett's lips were so soft and sweet that I kissed myself unconscious. 2 Scarlett stormed back into the room after yelling at me. My assistant slowly woke up, looking at me with pure terror. "Mr. Sterling, have you and Ms. Vance... been possessed?!" It wasn't a strange question. The rivalry between me and Scarlett was legendary in the city. The Sterling and Vance families had been at war for generations. As the heirs, we were epic enemies. We were born on the same day and grew up in the same neighborhood. We fought in school, and now we fought in business. Wherever we met, chaos ensued. If we drank together, we'd sue each other if one person drank a drop less. This time, we were both inspecting new projects in the mountains. A torrential rain caused a landslide. Our cars crashed. We were both injured and lost our memories. The villagers mistook us for a couple and put us in the same room. The key point is... we slept together! Damn it! My twenty-six years of chastity! I was saving it for my future wife, not this evil witch Scarlett! Thank god I got my memory back before her. She was still calling me "Hubby" like an idiot. Heh. Since it's come to this, don't blame me for being ruthless! 3 I didn't go in to comfort the angry Scarlett. After thanking the villagers, my assistant and I prepared to leave. As we reached the car, I saw Scarlett standing there with a cold face, holding a... brick. I frowned. "What are you doing?" "Hubby, are you running away with that wild woman?" Scarlett's eyes reddened the moment she saw me. Her gaze shifted to my assistant, narrowing dangerously. "Since you're stealing my husband, I have to kill you." My assistant's legs gave out. She almost wet herself. Tsk. She lost her memory, but her vicious nature hadn't changed a bit! An idea sparked. I walked over, wrapped my arm around Scarlett's waist, and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Be good, wifey. Who said I was running away? You misunderstood..." Scarlett stiffened and looked up at me. "Then where are you going with her?" "She's just a driver here to take us home. Back to our home." Meeting Scarlett's now clear and innocent eyes, I softened my tone to coax her. "Wifey, I remember everything now. We have a home in the city." "I handle business outside, and you handle the cooking and chores at home." "Let's go home now. We can sleep in our big bed every night." "This hard bed hurts my back. It's uncomfortable doing that..." My ability to lie without blinking was honed back in high school when Scarlett kept reporting me for dating. Now the boomerang was coming back to her. Would she believe it? Sure enough, as soon as I finished, the brick fell from Scarlett's hand. She hugged my waist, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed me. "Boohoo, Hubby, you're so good... I misunderstood you..." We kissed passionately. The sound of our lips meeting was embarrassingly loud. Why did this damn woman love kissing so much after losing her memory... I should film her looking so obsessed with me so I can mock her forever! I signaled my assistant to take a picture. But she was staring blankly, shocked out of her mind. It was like seeing Voldemort kiss Harry Potter. 4 "Mr. Sterling, is this really okay?" In the hospital hallway, my assistant whispered nervously, "What if Ms. Vance suddenly remembers..." Scarlett was known for her devilish body and devilish heart. Ruthless and vengeful. Everyone in the city feared her except me. If she recovered and realized I tricked her, she'd probably kill me even if it drove her mad... But I wouldn't give her the chance. Am I, Julian Sterling, a man she can just sleep with and discard? I sneered. "Before she remembers, I'll make sure she loses everything." We just ran a series of brain scans on Scarlett. The doctor said if she hadn't remembered by now, the recovery period could be long. Good, good. Long is good. Long enough for the Vance family to go bankrupt! Leaving the hospital, I got a call from HQ. A major foreign client was arriving tonight. I knew they were here to discuss a cross-border project with Scarlett. And this client happened to be my college crush, the campus goddess! Last time, I almost closed the deal, but Scarlett sabotaged it. Tonight was my chance for a comeback. I changed into a white shirt that accentuated my muscles, hiding my bellyful of bad intentions. Walking out of the fitting room, I bumped into a soft body. "Wearing such tight clothes... who are you going to see?" A seductive voice rang out. Soft, slender hands climbed up my back. A numbness shot up my spine. I shivered and glared, only to meet Scarlett's beautiful eyes staring at me. For a second, it felt like the old, evil Scarlett was back. Just as I panicked, her hand moved from my back to my belt buckle. She tightened her grip. The mix of pain and pleasure made me flustered and angry. I slapped her hand away. "What are you doing! Hands off!" Scarlett's hand froze. Her seductive eyes drooped, looking incredibly wronged. "Hubby, you hit me?" "I knew it. You're tired of the amnesiac me. You make money, you have a pretty assistant who hugs your leg..." "And I just cause trouble at home." "I don't even have the right to touch my own husband anymore. Maybe it's time for me to leave..." She started sobbing, acting like she was about to walk away. Her beautiful face was filled with despair, looking like she was about to shatter. For a moment, I felt like a monster. And she couldn't leave now—my plan hadn't even started! I gritted my teeth and grabbed her hand, putting it back on myself. "Wifey, what are you talking about? Touch! Touch all you want!" Scarlett instantly switched from sorrow to joy. She didn't hold back. Her palm tightened, her other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me onto the sofa. Her lips replaced her hands. I ran my fingers through her long hair, panting: "Wifey... you're coming with me to the banquet tonight, but you have to wear earplugs the whole time." "Why earplugs?" "Um... the doctor said you need to avoid auditory stimulation. So no TV or phone either." Scarlett had too many shady friends in the city. Cutting off her contact with the outside world was crucial. I wanted to add more instructions, but then—rip. Scarlett tore open my custom-made shirt! Just as I was about to explode, her soft, pitiful voice came from my chest: "Hubby, I tore it by accident. I know I'm useless. You won't blame me, right?" "..." Fine, I'll endure it!!!
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