The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride
What if the person you loved most in the world, the one who knew your every scar, secret, and soft place woke up one day and looked at you like a stranger?
Billionaire tech mogul Kairo Lancaster was known for his brilliance, ruthlessness in the boardroom, and a private life so tightly locked that not even tabloids could scratch its surface. But what the world didn’t know, what even his closest aides didn’t suspect, was that during a rare moment of escape overseas, Kairo did something wildly uncharacteristic: he fell in love. Deeply, entirely, and quietly married the woman who changed him.
Her name was Noelle Reyes, a compassionate, quietly resilient woman with a mysterious past and a strength that matched Kairo’s own. Their whirlwind romance unfolded under Moroccan lanterns, whispered vows made without witnesses or legal signatures. It was unorthodox, untraceable and unbreakable.
Until the crash.
A tragic private jet accident shattered everything. Kairo survived barely. He awoke two months later in a hospital in London, battered, scarred, and with no memory of his wife, their secret marriage, or the life they’d begun to build together. All he had was a hollow sense of grief without a name and flashes of warmth that didn’t belong to anyone he could recall.
For Noelle, it was worse than death.
Erased from his memory, and without any legal proof of their union, she couldn’t claim to be his wife. Not to the hospital, not to his advisors, not to the media. So she did the only thing she could do, she stayed close in the only way left to her: under an alias, posing as a volunteer and later, a temporary housekeeper at his estate.
Every day she cleans the rooms he doesn’t remember sharing with her. Every night she writes in a journal addressed to the man who once called her his compass. She watches him search for something he can’t name, feeling helpless, hopeful, and torn between revealing the truth or letting love find its way back on its own.
Meanwhile, Kairo is haunted by fragments: a woman’s laughter, the scent of citrus, the ghost of promises made in candlelight. Everyone tells him it’s his mind’s attempt to fill the blanks. But his heart disagrees, his soul remembers what his memory can’t.
As his recovery progresses, he becomes increasingly obsessed with uncovering the identity of the woman he dreams about. And every time he looks at the quiet housekeeper with the too-familiar eyes, he feels like he’s almost home.
But when memory returns, will it come gently or like a flood that exposes all the lies she was forced to tell? And will love once built in fire and sealed by a vow whispered under foreign stars be strong enough to survive being forgotten?
