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That day, my parents and sister who were all working abroad suddenly told me that I was a second-generation rich with trillions of dollars in wealth!Gerald Crawford: I am a second-generation rich?

Duluth city was in an uproar because of the 5th murder in the last few months by a mysterious serial killer Red Rose who leaves his/her sign after every murder. A simple cafe owner Rose Walton was suspected as a killer Red Rose by her own boyfriend Alexander Jones who is a special agent in police service and the officer in charge of the case 'Red Rose'Alexander suspects her own girlfriend because of her mysterious activities and her connection in the past to all victims.Is Rose Walton, 'The killer Red Rose'???

Betrayed by her fiancé, Caroline Evans decides on a whim to marry someone else. Everyone mocks her for the decision of giving up on the heir to the Morrison family and choosing some poor punk instead. However, that poor punk is actually secretly the top wealthiest person around, newly back in the country to invest in its development. He’s also her ex’s uncle! Lamenting about being tricked, Caroline Evans insists on a divorce. But her husband corners her and says unblinkingly, “That billionaire is not me. That guy had cosmetic surgery to look like me.” Looking at his handsome face, Caroline believes it. “What a curse to have the same face as someone of the Morrison family!” The next day, the world is surprised to find that the heir of the Morrison family has been kicked out and now has nothing. As for the newly crowned top billionaire, he starts wearing a mask to hide his attractive features.

The appointment of Susan Moore as the Broadcasting Channel's executive director has forced out the station's more valued news anchor, sparking heated discussions throughout Hayworth. Susan herself is standing before me right now. She wants to sell her jewelry. As the manager of a luxury boutique store, I'm here to inspect the goods. "These are pieces my partner commissioned for me. I have so many that I'm tired of them." One of them is a diamond-encrusted necklace, featuring a pigeon-blood ruby in the center, worth a few million. There are also several similar gifts on the table, with the crocodile skin bag the least eye-catching one. I smiled. "Your husband must really love you." I set about verifying the purchaser's ID and signature as part of a routine procedure. However, I freeze in place at the sight of the name. "I'm not his wife," she replied, bringing the coffee cup to her lips. "We're just each other's first loves. He said he missed out on 15 years of my life, so he gave me 15 gifts. Isn't that romantic?" It is romantic, indeed. However, it's my father's signature. For 30-plus years, I assumed that my father was a dull man who had never once surprised my mother.

I went to the bank to report a lost debit card. The teller casually asked, "Sir, there's a recurring patent royalty payment under your name. Would you like to link it to your new card?" Stunned, I froze. "What patent royalties?" The screen revealed that one of the accounts showed a quarterly deposit of $300 thousand in patent royalties. My mind went blank for a full three seconds. Then I remembered that, five years ago, my wife, Danica Pearson, had handed me a stack of documents, saying it was part of the company registration process. She said I "only understood technology, not business", effectively turning me into a figurehead consultant. I took a deep breath and told the teller, "Link it to the new card. From now on, transfer every payment directly to my personal account." That night, while Danica was overseas on a business trip, she booked the earliest flight home. At 2 a.m., she pounded on my bedroom door.

August Two years ago, I woke up in a hospital with no memories of my past. The only thing I knew was my name... and the man who never left my side. Garrett became my safe place, my home, my husband. When I finally decide it's time to return to work, the last person I expect to meet is Ross Ginattoni. New York's most feared billionaire, notorious playboy, and CEO of Gintattoni Enterprises. From the moment we meet, he looks at me like his entire world has shattered. He knows my name before I tell him. He watches me like he's searching for someone he's lost. And no matter how hard I try to ignore it... Every time he's near, my heart remembers something my mind can't. The worst part? The entire world knows Ross Ginattoni is about to marry another woman. So why can't I stop wishing it were me? Ross For two years, I've lived like a man lost in the world. Work became my escape. Becoming a player was natural Everyone thinks I've moved on. The tabloids call me a billionaire playboy. The board of directors wants me remarried before my thirtieth birthday or they'll strip me of the company my father built. So I agreed to give them what they wanted. A fiancée. A future. A life without August. Then she walked into my office. Alive. Breathing. Looking at me like we'd never met. She doesn't remember our love. She doesn't remember our marriage. Worst of all... She belongs to another man. I'll do anything to uncover the truth behind the accident that stole her memories. Even if it means breaking every rule. Even if it means destroying the life she's built without me. Because I buried my wife once. I'm not losing her again.