Chapter 3

I began, little by little, to erase every trace Isabella had left in this house.

Her photos. Her clothes. Everything she had ever used.

Damian’s trusted men saw it all. They were anxious, desperate even, but not one of them dared to stop me.

Marcus found a chance to meet me in private.

“Scarlett, what the hell are you trying to do?”

He looked frantic. “Damian’s memory loss is only temporary. When he remembers everything, he won’t let you get away with this!”

I smiled.

“When he remembers?”

“Marcus, do you really think I’ll give him that chance?”

Marcus’s face changed. “You… What are you planning?”

“I’m not planning anything.”

I lifted my coffee and took a slow sip.

“I’m simply exercising my rights as Mrs. Roman.”

“This house belongs to me now.”

Marcus was shaking with anger, but there was nothing he could do to me.

He knew better than anyone that the Damian of today protected me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

If anyone dared touch a single hair on my head, Damian would snap that person’s neck himself.

After sending Marcus away, I made an encrypted call.

“Find someone for me.”

“Damian’s twin brother, Sebastian.”

Sebastian was the Roman family’s open secret. He was also Damian’s greatest taboo.

Rumor had it that the twin brothers had been at odds since the day they were born.

Sebastian was brilliant and ruthless. For a time, he had been considered the best choice to inherit the family.

Unfortunately, his edge had been too sharp. In the end, he lost to the far more calculating Damian and was locked away in a private psychiatric hospital overseas under the excuse of “mental instability.”

And he had been locked up there for ten years.

If I wanted revenge on Damian, Sebastian was the perfect pawn.

Soon, I received all of Sebastian’s files.

The man in the photo had the exact same face as Damian.

But his eyes were completely different.

Damian was cold and violent.

Sebastian was dark and unhinged.

Like a beast trapped in a cage, ready to break free at any moment and tear his enemies apart.

Using a “pre-wedding trip” as my excuse, I told Damian I wanted to go to Switzerland.

The psychiatric hospital where Sebastian was being held was deep in the snowy mountains of Switzerland.

Damian agreed without even thinking.

“Of course. Wherever you want to go, I’ll go with you.”

He immediately arranged a private jet and pushed aside all his work.

The night before we left, he held me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Scarlett, I keep feeling like I’m about to lose you.”

There was a faint trace of panic in his voice.

I sneered inwardly.

Your instincts are good, Damian.

Soon, you really are going to lose everything.

I turned around and kissed him first.

“Don’t overthink it.”

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

It was the first time I had ever kissed him on my own.

Damian froze. Then, overwhelmed with joy, he deepened the kiss.

That night, he was especially wild.

I endured it in silence, counting down in my heart.

Damian, enjoy your last bit of tenderness.

Starting tomorrow, everything you have will slowly be taken from you by my own hands.