A Wealthy Heiress Kneels Before A Homeless Stranger To Propose For One Shocking Reason

A Treacherous Trap Unveiled

The alley erupted into chaos. Richard’s armed security team advanced, their weapons drawn, instantly matching the defensive stance of Amelia’s bodyguards. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife as the two factions faced off under the flickering streetlights.

Amelia threw herself in front of Ethan, shielding his trembling frame with her own body.

'Stay away from him, Richard!' she screamed, her voice echoing off the brick walls. 'I know what you did! I found the files. You stole his clean-energy patent and forced him onto the streets!'

Richard chuckled, a cold, mocking sound that was swallowed by the rumble of distant thunder. He stepped forward, his expensive leather shoes splashing in the puddles.

'You always were too smart for your own good, Amelia,' Richard sneered, raising a silenced pistol. 'But intelligence without power is useless. Ethan was supposed to die in that crash. When he survived with amnesia, I thought the streets would finish him off. But you just had to keep digging.'

Behind Amelia, Ethan was clutching his head, groaning in agony. The sound of Richard's voice, the sight of the diamond ring, and the stress of the confrontation were shattering the mental blocks that had kept his mind dark for two long years. Fragments of his past life—the laboratory, the crash, the faces of his captors—flashed behind his eyes.

'Amelia...' Ethan whispered suddenly, his voice no longer raspy, but clear and filled with profound recognition. 'I... I remember.'

Richard’s face contorted with rage. He knew that if Ethan regained his memories, the Vance empire would crumble, and he would face a lifetime behind bars.

'End this now!' Richard commanded his men. 'Kill them both!'

A gunshot rang out, shattering the heavy silence of the rainy night.