The sound of the beeping monitor and the hurried footsteps echoing from the hallway woke me up from a deep dream. Slowly, my eyes parted open, instantly revealing a pristine white ceiling.


    Pushing myself up to have a clear view of my surroundings, pain seared through my arms and legs, and I fell back on the bed, wincing at the overpowering headache that made the pain in my legs and arms feel mild. With a clenched jaw, I waited for the pain to subside before slowly easing my body in a sitting position until my back was resting on the headboard.


    Comfortable with my position, my gaze surveyed the room. What I saw told me I was in a hospital room. The hospital gown loosely hanging on my frail body, and the monitor constantly beeping beside the bed, was another proof of that.


    I haven''t been sitting for long and skimming the room with my eyes when the door bursts open. A man wearing a in t-shirt and jeans strode inside with a frown etched deep into his temples.


    The man was tall, about six feet and two inches in height, and smoking hot. He was also muscr, not the muscle-bound type, but the kind who has a well-toned body. There was nothing gentle about the man. Every fiber in my body was screaming ''danger'' as I looked at him.


    Our eyes instantly met. His hazel-green eyes were the clearest, brightest eyes I''d ever seen. If it weren''t for the daggers in his eyes, I would appreciate it even more.


    Swallowing hard, I willed myself to look away. But his eyes—no matter how menacing it appeared—hold mine still.


    Before I could react, he crossed the distance between us with quick, long strides. "You''re awake, sleeping beauty." He mumbled without tearing his gaze off my eyes. The chill in his tone sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I wished I hadn''t heard him speak at all.


    "W-who are you?" I whispered, ignoring the pounding inside my ribcage.


    He didn''t like the words at all. His voice thundered inside the room. "Who I am?" Clenching his jaw, he crossed the remaining distance between us until his hot breath fanned my face. "How dare you forget me, darling!" This time, he grabbed my wrists. His tight fingers nearly bruised my skin.


    My pulse quickened, my heart jittered, and I could barely breathe at all.


    "Shame on you," He added, hissing under his breath. "I''m your husband!" His face twisted into an ugly mask of rage as he said the word.


    His grip tightened on my wrist, almost suspending the blood flow to my body. "Do you remember me now, darling?"


    "No! I don''t know you." I replied, trembling with fear as I fought back the urge not to burst into tears.


    "Liar!" He growled, he looked at me with eyes aze with fury. "You think you could fool me by pretending you don''t recall a thing? I''ll be damned if you think I believe you."


    "I''m not lying, you idiot!" Ished at him. The sudden outburst startled him. But that look of surprisested only for a second.


    "Great act, Alexandria. I almost believed you."


    Before my lips could open, to express my protests, the door flung open. A tall, lean man wearing a doctor''s robe entered the room. He was good-looking, but the first man was more appealing though.


    Suddenly pulling into a stop, The Doctor eyed the man in front of me with a warning nce.


    "Lucas! What the hell are you doing to the patient." The Doctor was horrified. Something that resembled fury sparkled in his eyes.


    The man he called Lucas let my hand go. My hands instantly dropped to myp like withered leaves. I looked down on my hands and found my wrists sore and red. The imprints of his grip left a mark on my skin.


    My fingers gently massaged the spot where his hands had been to ease the pain.


    The Doctor strode to my direction with his lips set into a firm line. He said nothing as he approached the bed. He walked past the first man without saying a thing.


    "How are you feeling?" The Doctor asked. His tone was soft and gentle now.


    "I''m fine." I replied. "Just aching all over." I added truthfully. I liked this man''s personality. The first man was a daredevil, I thought to myself, stealing a nce at the first man only to see him still watching me with wary eyes.


    "Does your head still hurt?" He asked again. I could feel he was genuinely concerned about my condition.


    "If I tried to move. It hurts." I replied.


    He smiled at me. It was a genuine smile that made his eyes light up a bit. "Don''t try moving so it won''t hurt." He told me as though I was a little child.


    I nodded my head.


    "Do you know your name?"


    I shook my head, and the smile on his lips vanished. It was reced with worry.


    "Do you know what happened to you?"


    Again, I shook my head.


    Panic coiled inside me at the realization that I know nothing about myself, not even my name. I swallowed deep and hard. For the first time since I woke up, I felt totally los, and on the verge of panic.


    "Don''t be terrified. There''s nothing to worry about." The Doctor assured me, seeing how still frozen I be. "You need to rest now." No protests emerged from my lips as the Doctor helped me lie down on the bed while the ''daredevil'' watched.


    "Lucas and I needed to talk for a moment. Please excuse us."


    I watched them leave. When the door closed, I let my sleepy eyes flutter close. But closing my eyes was a huge mistake because instead of staring at a pitch-ck darkness, I found myself lost at a pair of hazel-green eyes.


    Yet again, my heart thudded inside my chest. Butterflies then fluttered my stomach. My eyes fluttered open in disbelief. It wasn''t what I expected to feel in a man who just made it obvious that he won''t put up with me even if I''m thest woman left on earth.


    "Why do you hate me so much?" I mumbled to myself and let my eyes flutter closed to restrain my hopeless tears.


    Tired and recuperating from my injuries, it took me only minutes before falling into a deep, dark sleep.