Chapter 1The CEO Who Bled Me Dry is a Wreck After My Rebirth, While I'm Holding Hands with a Supermodel

A car crash erased my memory. In the haze, my sworn enemy Victoria Frost became my fiancée—her family’s choice, and my amnesiac self complied.

On our wedding night, a young valet, humiliated by her family, jumped to his death. Victoria calmly returned to our suite, slipping back into my arms like nothing happened.

Life with her was tranquil—until my birthday. I woke to shattered limbs, strapped to a chair.

"Amnesia? Infiltrating my family? Humiliating Leo?" Victoria’s nails dug into my chin, her smile icy. "Thomas Logan, you sicken me."

Then the final blow: "Your parents just jumped from their office. The Logan Corporation is gone."

I died in agony, my corpse dumped on a mountain, soul denied peace.

Then—I woke up. Back to the crash.

The Frost matriarch smiled at my bedside. "Thomas, you and Victoria have always been destined..."

I threw back the blanket, revealing the supermodel beside me—all legs and smoldering gaze.

"Sorry," I said lightly. "I’m already taken."

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"You! Have you no shame?!" The old woman trembled with rage at the sight of the beautiful model in my bed. She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

I watched her go, my fingertips drumming a light rhythm on the edge of the bed.

My first act upon rebirth was to have my assistant urgently arrange for a model to come to the hospital.

"Don't you worry, Mr. Logan," the model had assured me with a wink. "I'll make it look more real than the real thing."

The door was suddenly kicked open. Victoria Frost strode in, the meek-looking Leo trailing behind her.

Her face was a thundercloud, her eyes sweeping over the model on the bed. "Thomas Logan," she growled, her voice tight with fury, "what did you say to my mother to upset her like that?"

She sneered. "Antagonizing me at every turn… you're just desperate for my attention, aren't you? Too bad. The only men I'm interested in are the ones who know their place."

I calmly met her gaze. "Who are you? I'm sorry, I was in a car accident. I don't remember anything."

"Playing the amnesia card?" Victoria lunged forward, her hand clamping onto my chin. "Thomas, that's a pathetic new low, even for you!"

I used the same trick again. I flung back the covers. The model languidly propped herself up, flashing Victoria a provocative smile.

Victoria’s pupils constricted. Her hand flew, striking my face with a sharp crack. "Filth!"

"Miss Frost~" Leo immediately sidled up to her, his voice sickeningly sweet. "For Mr. Logan to be so brazen… if you two were actually married, can you imagine the scandals?"

I slowly wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. "Who said I was going to marry you? You're getting ahead of yourself."

"Playing hard to get?" Victoria seized my wrist. "All these years, you've done nothing but oppose me. It was all just to make me look at you, wasn't it?"

I wrenched my hand free. "I. Will. Not. Marry. You."

"Don't act so high and mighty," she scoffed, her fingertip tracing my collar with contempt. "Even if you were lying here naked and begging, I wouldn't touch you. The men I like… are considerate and understanding."

Her gaze shifted to Leo, whose ears instantly turned red.

I gave a lazy yawn. "Are you finished? I need to rest. The door is over there."

Victoria gritted her teeth. "Fine. Let's see how long you can keep up this act. When you come crawling back to me on your knees, don't expect me to show you any mercy!"

SLAM!

The door shuddered in its frame.

The moment it closed, Leo glanced back, a triumphant smirk flashing across his face.