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...