Ingrid Holdings leapt on one leg, laughter escaping her lips as she checked out herself in the mirror. She was in the most beautiful gown she'd ever seen, and she got it for a special occasion.

The brown colour of the gown complimented her hazel coloured eyes, making the colour pop, and she couldn't have been more satisfied.

Finally, things were in place. She'd get to spend the rest of her life with the man she loved. To others, it might not be a reason to be overjoyed, but as someone who had to grow up in the confines of an orphanage with no family, this was something she had always wished for.

Holding her crutch under her right arm, she leapt out of the room in search of him.

"Simon?" Ingrid called as soon as she got to the living room, but he was nowhere to be seen.

She turned in the direction of his study-he had been working hard these past few months as a major investment was on the way-but abruptly stopped.

Her eyes moved to the front door that was slightly ajar; she almost missed it.

Curious, she went over to check, and her lips parted in surprise, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets at the sight before her.

There he stood. In front of their home porch with his arms encased around another woman.

"Simon!" Ingrid called out, and he looked back immediately.

His face held no expression of guilt. Instead, he pulled out of the unknown woman's hold and held her hand in his.

"Finally, I can stop the pretence. Let's break up, Ingrid." Simon stated coolly.

Ingrid felt her stomach drop at those unexpected words. He had promised her heaven and earth. Tomorrow was meant to be their special day.

The function for major investors was tomorrow, and he had been working towards it. She recalled his words a few days ago.

'Baby, the moment I get this investment, let's get married.'

"You don't mean it, Simon. We were supposed to get married. You were going to propose tomorrow. Look," she gestured to the dress she had on. "I bought this dress to wear to the function tomorrow."

Simon let out a scornful laugh.

"Who would want to take a disabled girl like you to the biggest event of the year? Do you want me to ruin my chances?"

Ingrid felt his words cut through her like a hot, searing knife.

Where were all these words coming from?

Simon loved her. They had been together for over three years now. He knew she had no one else and nowhere to go. Why was he being cruel?

She looked down at her left leg, which was wrapped tightly in a bandage. Her mind drifted back to the accident that almost left her crippled two years ago. It took her months to be able to get on her feet, yet he stood by her.

Why now? Why couldn't it be a day after tomorrow?

Tomorrow was a very special day, not just for him but also for her.

It was her 23rd birthday, but most importantly, the day she had planned on telling him she was pregnant.

She had found out a week ago but wanted it to be a surprise.

Hurdling down the porch stairs, she managed to make it to his front without falling and reached out for him.

"Simon I-

"Get your filthy hands off me." He slapped her hand away, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

Ingrid let out a gasp of pain. She felt something wet drip down her legs.

"Simon don't. I'm -

"Shut it!" Simon roared, leaving her behind as he pulled the unknown woman into the house.

Ingrid remained on the ground, groaning in pain as she thought about where it all went wrong.

After a while, the door was pulled open, and Simon threw her suitcases at her feet.

"Don't come back."

Then he slammed the door shut.

Ingrid wept. She felt confused. She had nowhere to go and no one to run to for help. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach and knew she had to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

But it was late, and with her condition, she doubted if she could make it there by herself.

Pulling herself up, she grabbed onto her crutch and suitcases, willing herself to go on despite the pain. She had only made it down a few blocks when another wave of pain hit her, and she stumbled to the ground.

Before she had enough time to pull herself together, the sound of a loud blaring horn filled her ears, and Ingrid watched as a blinding bright light filled her wide eyes.

The last thing she remembered was screaming in terror before everything went dark.

By the time she came to, she was in an unfamiliar black and grey-toned room. Everything in the room screamed luxury, and she could detect a faint masculine scent from the covers over her.

Ingrid tried to sit up but found she was too weak to do so. She looked at the infusion that was connected to her arm, and memories of what happened the day before flashed through her mind.

Her baby was gone!

She felt a drop of tears slip out of her eyes. All because of Simon.

What did she do to be treated this way? She had been completely loyal to him. He was her only family, and he took advantage of that.

At the age of five, Ingrid had woken up in a hospital bed with no recollection of the past and no family to lay claim on her, or at least that's what she heard from the nuns at the orphanage.

Not even her name.

They took in and nurtured her until she was grown enough to be by herself. With the little support money she was given and a few loans, she was able to attend college and make something out of herself, getting a job as a secretary the moment she was done. That was how she met her now ex-boyfriend, Simon Davis.

Simon was the CEO of Davis Corporation, a simple man whom Ingrid grew to love within a year of working for him. Although he had a lot of secrets and rarely divulge personal information about himself, he never made her feel lonely. Despite her background, he'd shower her with enough love just so she wouldn't feel inferior, and Ingrid had come to accept that he was a very private person.

Everything was going fine for them until two years ago when the accident occurred. It was a very hard time for her. She had almost lost her two legs, but he stayed. Simon stayed and loved her even more. Ingrid had thought he was comfortable with her situation.

Yesterday was enough to prove to her that it was all a facade.

How long has he resented her for being this way?

She turned on her side and wept harder. Where would she begin? How would she live her life? She had sold everything she had when she moved in with him and fully invested in his business.

Now he had kicked her to the curb with nothing.

Suddenly, the door to the room was thrown open, and a young man who looked to be no more than thirty years old strolled into the room in a custom-made Armani suit.

Ingrid sat up immediately, wincing at the flare of pain in her abdomen. His face felt familiar, and she tried to remember where she had seen him but came up short.

He stopped at the foot of the bed, stuffing both hands in his pocket as he cocked his head at her. She shuffled away, back into the headboard, her eyes studying him intently.

He was ridiculously handsome and hard. Very hard. She could tell from his stance that this man was not to be played with, as he exuded a cold but graceful aura.

Who was he?

Ingrid's eyes traced his facial features from his hard chiselled jaw to his full lips and high cheekbones.

He was beautiful, and judging by how his green eyes stared at her, he knew it too.

She watched him pull his hand out of his pocket and walk over to the sofa not too far from the bed, picking up a discarded cigar from a small table along the way. He took a seat, placing the cigar in between his lips to light it up.

He let out a puff of air and his lips devilishly curled up to the side, his cold eyes meeting hers.

"Happy birthday tesorino (darling)."

Ingrid tilted her head at his words. Her eyes drifted to the calender on the bedside table and she gasped. It was indeed her birthday; the next day had come.

But how did he know? Who was he?

He must have wanted to clear up the confusion written all over her face so he spoke up.

"Hello, Ingrid Holdings."

Ingrid's eyebrow shot up at the sound of her name on his lips.

"How..." She cleared her throat, which was parched from excessive crying. "How do you know my name?"

The man chuckled darkly.

"Why? Are you scared of me?" His voice held a heavy accent that she couldn't place her finger on.

"Who are you?" She whispered timidly.

"Your Savior. You would be dead if it wasn't for me, Tesorino (darling)." He took a huge drag of his cigar once again.

Ingrid's mind went back to the scene of the accident. Her screams as the car swiftly advanced towards her.

What happened next? She couldn't tell as that was when the darkness took over.

Her hand frantically roamed all over her body, but she couldn't feel pain anywhere else but in her abdomen. She gasped in realization.

The car never hit her.

It must have escaped her mind while she was busy wallowing in self-pity. How was it possible? It seemed like a miracle, as she was so sure the hit was unavoidable.

She looked up at him.

"You were the one driving the car?"

He gave a lopsided grin. "What do you think?"

Ingrid shuddered. No matter what this man said or did, there was this eerie and fearful feeling that couldn't be detached from him. Whatever he did looked menacing to her. Be it a smile or a snarl.

He sat quietly, taking drags of his cigar. His eyes watched her with a scrutinizing look. She felt like he was trying to see through her soul.

After each drag, he'd close his eyes in pleasure, and the act told Ingrid that it wasn't just plain tobacco. The wheels in her head turned with the same question.

Who was this man? Why did he bring her here? He even knew it was her birthday.

The dangerous atmosphere around him caused an unsettling feeling in her mind. She opened her mouth to satisfy her curiosity, but he beat her to it.

"Leo Amante."

Ingrid felt her mouth drop open.

The Leo Amante?

There was no one in the country who didn't know that name. The Amante family was the richest in the entire of Singapore and had connections in every sector one could think of. He was the investor that Simon had been trying to impress for months.

They were the major conglomerates of Singapore.

The function she was supposed to attend with Simon was to see him, but here he was, right in front of her.

No wonder she felt his face was familiar.

Leo plainly watched, his face giving nothing away as Ingrid took in the information. He had hoped his face would trigger some memories but it didn't.

He told her his name, hoping it might ring a bell, but from the look on her face, he didn't think she'd remember any time soon.

She confirmed that with her next words.

"I'm not trying to be rude or anything, and I'm really grateful you saved my life, but why did you bring me here? You could've just dropped me in the hospital and been off on your way."

Ingrid couldn't help but be suspicious of him. It would've been more efficient for him to drop her off at a hospital. No one was this nice. His intentions didn't seem pure to her.

Leo sat up straight with a frown.

"I may not look like it, but I would not abandon a woman who had just lost her child and has nowhere to go."

Ingrid looked away.

"I never said I have nowhere to go."

"You're with suitcases. What do you think?"

She exhaled deeply, her expression becoming a sad one.

"So you helped me because you pity me?"

Leo scoffed.

"If that's what you think then you still have a lot of remembering to do. I am not in the habit of showing pity."

"So why did you help me?" Ingrid pressed further

"Because you're mine, and I'm here to take you back!"

The shell shock of his words left her open-mouthed.

This man must be crazy...