A woman dismissed by everyone around her as unstable is unexpectedly brought into the lives of a billionaire's children. As she forms a bond with them, the family's assumptions about her begin to unravel, forcing them to reconsider who she really is.
I'd spent three years in a psychiatric hospital. Then I received a marriage agreement. I raised an eyebrow at the man sitting across from me. Are you sick in the head?
Julian Whitmore rubbed his temples. I'm not sick. I'm perfectly healthy, physically and mentally. I sprawled back in my chair, put my feet on the table.
Then why the hell would you marry me? And asked in disbelief. Or am I losing it? I took my meds today.
Julian fell silent. The stout hospital director standing nearby kept frantically signaling at me with his I tipped up my chin. Little John, is your eyelid cramping?
The director rolled his eyes so hard he nearly forgot to breathe. You really don't remember me? His voice turned earnest. Two years ago, under an overpass on Chicago's west side, you saved my life.
Oh, I think something like that did happen. Two years ago, I climbed the hospital wall and escaped. It was pouring that day. I found a man covered in blood beside a trash can.
Someone trying to kill you? Yes. Could someone die? Yes.
I grinned in excitement. Ho there, Friar Tuck! Come hide with Robin Hood! I dragged him into a garbage truck.
Then I sat on top of it and pointed in random directions whenever anyone came The next day, his people found him. The hospital staff found me, too. One of us was carried into an ambulance.
The other was hauled back to the psychiatric hospital.