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“I don’t. And I have no idea why I’m here or who you are.”
He seemed to not know what to say to that and she knew—somehow, like she knew anything about him—that he was not a man accustomed to not knowing.
“Riot,” he said, her name rough on his lips, sending a shattering sensation through her.
He knew her name, her first name, and why that seemed to make such a difference, she had no idea.
“Riot,” he repeated. “You’ve been unconscious for a month.”
“A...a month? That’s impossible. I was planning to go on vacation with my roommate and then I woke up here.”
“You’ve already been on vacation with your roommate,” he said.
She frowned. “No...no I haven’t. I’ve never been outside the country before.”
“And which country do you think you’re in now?” he asked.
“I’m in America,” she said. “Georgia, I would assume. Where I’ve lived all my life.”
“No, Riot. You’re in Rome. In my estate. And you are to be my wife.”
CHAPTER THREE
SHEWASAWAKE, and she did not know him.
The fact was, Krav now had the perfect opportunity to send her away. She didn’t remember him. She didn’t remember Soriya.
But he had told her she was to marry him anyway.
Kravann Valenti did not second-guess himself. He had not been raised that way. At least not in the second part of his life. His father had been a mean, dictatorial bastard. To make him strong, he’d said.
To make him worthy of the name Valenti.
And Krav had never once acted with the intent to honor his father. It was simply he could never allow his father to be right.
He could not allow his father’s fears of Krav’s weakness to have any bearing on reality. The only time he had ever shown softness was in the hours following his mother’s funeral. When he’d found this creature who lay before him now.
There was a reason he’d sent her off, and quickly.
But now she was here.
And he had just told her she was staying.
But it was no matter.
He had done well enough with the child so far. He had nannies... But why continue on having nannies when the child could have her mother. He had been incensed when he had found the adoption brochure in her things. She had been going to give his child up, without ever giving him a chance to be a father. Not that he knew anything about being a father, but it was the principle of the thing. A child should have their parents. And one of those parents should not be a maniacal sociopath hell-bent on nothing more than the upkeep of his name.
One thing he knew for certain, he wanted Soriya to have her mother. He needed Riot to protect Soriya from his darkness. To act as a buffer.
And she didn’t remember anything...
And what of when she does?
It wouldn’t matter. By the time she did remember—if she ever did, things would be different.
He was rewriting the story.
After all, she did not have his full name. So it was likely she had only been considering giving the child up for adoption because of financial reasons. As his wife, she would have everything she could have ever wanted and then some.
