Chapter 1I Time-Traveled to Save the Billionaire In My Bed

I was in the middle of an intense moment with a bigshot from the city elite, when I suddenly, inexplicably, found myself… elsewhere.

[Another one trying to conquer the villain? LOL.]

[And dressed like that? The villain likes innocent, pure girls! No chance this time.]

[Later on, Bryan will be a ruthless kingpin, dominating both sides, someone who kills without batting an eye.]

I glanced at the floating comments, then down at myself.

A black deep-V dress, cut to my navel, with a hemline so short it barely covered my backside.

Bryan had practically begged me to wear it last night. He’d been kneeling on the bed, eyes flushed.

“Honey, just this once, I’ll transfer ten million to your account.”

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I reluctantly put it on.

And then he kept me up half the night.

Now, though, I wake up to Bryan stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, staring at me like I’m a ghost.

“Who are you?”

I was furious. What, now that he’d had his fun, he didn’t recognize me?

“What do you mean, ‘who am I’? I’m your wife!”

The words hung in the air, and I froze. What kind of dump was this? Peeling paint, drafty windows, furniture that looked salvaged from a dumpster. Where was my luxurious king-sized bed? Where was my five-person capacity bathtub?

Bryan’s face was inches from mine. No scar on his temple, no lines of weariness, just youthful sternness and suspicion. I reached out, cupping his face, examining him from every angle.

“Honey, did you get a face-lift without telling me?” Which clinic did it? The results are amazing!

Bryan slapped my hand away, his eyes like daggers. “I’m asking again – who are you?”