A fateful lie, a christmas miracle and a love I never saw coming…
Every day, I saw the man I secretly wished was mine. But I was just the help—the woman who cooked his meals and cleaned his penthouse while he built his trillion-dollar empire. He saved me and my infant nephew once before, and I should have been grateful.
Then, the night I planned to ask him for help again… I got the call.
Saman Norouzi had amnesia.
To protect myself—and my nephew—I told one little lie. That I was his girlfriend. That we had a life together. That he belonged with me.
I never meant to take advantage.
But then the hospital sent him home. To me.
Now, I’m living in a dream I never expected. A breathtaking mansion. A Christmas filled with warmth, light, and love. And Saman—the man I’ve spent months aching for—looking at me like I’m his entire world.
He doesn’t remember who he is. He doesn’t remember I don’t belong here.
I need to tell him the truth before this all unravels. Before his memories come crashing back. Before the man I’ve fallen for realizes I was never his to begin with.
But when he kisses me… I wish my lies were real.
It’s a christmas fantasy… until it’s not.
Saman
Miami, with its sweltering sun and palm trees lining the streets, was for beach vacationers or the party crowd, but for me, it had always been home. That was why I’d started my tech company here, away from Silicon Valley. The ocean calmed me down here in a way nothing else ever did.
I headed out of my office on the top floor of my high-rise and raced down to see the waves close-up. I had a heavy feeling, as if I was waiting for something to happen. As I made it to the lobby, I reminded myself that I always kept a pair of swim trunks in the car. I wasn’t far from the beach, and in ten minutes, I’d be free.
Near the door, an older woman with gray hair, wearing a bright-red housedress and slippers, grabbed my arm. “Sam, there you are. Let’s get going.”
I turned, not wanting to ignore a clearly confused woman. “Where am I going?”
She pressed her lips together as she marched me to the café in the other corner of the lobby. “I was told to find Sam and send him home to his family.”
I was at a loss as to how she knew me. I had no memory of her. She wasn’t dressed like my parents, who wore couture. I patted her hand where it gripped my arm. “I don’t have any family that you’d know about.”
She waved me off and pointed to a blonde woman holding a baby. “Stop being silly. There you are.”
The blonde turned, and my heart stopped. She was pretty in a perfect-to-come-home-to-every-night way. Her lips probably tasted sweeter than candy. The fact that she held a baby meant some other man had already claimed her, but I still fixed my shirt collar to make myself presentable.
“The older woman said you’re looking for me,” I said.
She blinked and then said, puzzled, “I was told Sam was going to be here.”
I pressed my hand to my chest. “Well, I’m Sam, and I own the building.”
“You do?” She waved for me to join her at the back table of the lobby.
“Yeah.” I sat down.
She rocked the infant and said, “Well, beep me.”
My lips curved higher. “I’m at a loss as to what’s going on.”
Her face pinkened, and she looked me up and down. “Sorry, it’s been one of those confusing days when the world is collapsing in on itself. But I’m sure you’re not running the housekeeping department.”
I rubbed the back of my head. Nothing about the pretty woman made sense. “So you’re here for a job? Who was that lady?”
She shrugged. “She’s my neighbor. She’s here to help watch this one when I go up for my interview.”