A Wealthy Heiress Begged a Scarred Homeless Man to Marry Her in the Rain

The rainy avenue descended into absolute chaos as Julian’s hired guards rushed forward, their heavy boots splashing through the puddles. Amelia threw herself in front of Nathan, trying to shield his fragile frame from the aggressive men.

"Get away from him!"

she screamed, but Julian grabbed her arm with a ruthless grip, pulling her back.

"You are making a fool of yourself, Amelia,"

Julian sneered, his eyes cold and venomous.

"He is a broken vagrant. You cannot marry a ghost to save your inheritance."

The Key to the Past

But Nathan wasn't listening to Julian’s insults. He was staring intensely at the inner band of the diamond ring clutched in his trembling hands. His dirty thumb traced the delicate, custom engraving inside the platinum loop: Forever Yours, A.V. The moment his skin made contact with the letters, a violent physical jolt ran through his body. The mental block that had kept his mind in darkness for three long years began to shatter like glass.

Flashes of blinding headlights, the screeching of tires on a wet bridge, and the terrifying sensation of falling into freezing water flooded his consciousness. He remembered the face of the driver who had intentionally rammed his car off the road that fateful night. It wasn't an accident. It was a cold-blooded assassination attempt.

Nathan slowly raised his head, his eyes shifting from wild panic to a cold, piercing focus. The fog in his mind was clearing, replaced by a raging fire. He looked directly at Julian, his voice dropping its ragged edge and returning to the deep, commanding tone of the brilliant tech co-founder he used to be.

"I remember,"

Nathan whispered, his grip tightening around the ring box.

"I remember the bridge, Julian. And I remember who pushed me."

Julian’s face drained of color. Realizing his entire criminal empire was about to collapse, he reached into his heavy coat, his expression hardening into desperate malice.