Summary

Marry A Billionaire I Don't Recognize Randall lifted the veil I was wearing and gently pressed his soft lips against mine. I closed my eyes. “I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Randall Adams and Winter Harris Adams!” I yearn after I open my eyes. It is just a dream. But that didn't happen because rising my eyes, only the click, the light of the camera, and the applause of the people popped into my depressed eyes. Randall, the handsome billionaire, stands beside me, claiming that we have been a pair of lovers for so long. But I don't recognize him. Because I lost my memory. WARNING: 18+ *************** Chapter One ：Chapter 1 Prologue My life sucks! It's my wedding today and it should have been the best day of my life. However, I'm here in the church to walk down the aisle, waiting to marry a man I don't even recognize. The guests surrounding me kept smiling at me and giving me some strange wishes. God, I don't know any of them at all. That's ridiculous! Ten days ago, I woke up from a coma caused by an accident. And I lost all my memories. It’s like someone snapped fingers in my face, then BOOM! My brain has run out of insight. I don’t even know how to sash shoes and now … My parents died in a chemistry explosion. I do not know who did that to them, or it’s a pure accident. What memories did they leave me? Which people should I suspect? I am Winter Harris, have a prosperous life, can buy luxurious things. However, life has not given me a peaceful family. The more my emerald eyes glow, the darker my surroundings are every time I hear my parents fighting. Even though the memories left with me were just the argument of my parents, I still miss them. I ambled the red carpet toward the man waiting for me, wearing a navy groom suit. Likewise, I cluttered my arm to my stepbrother, Archer. Now that I’m here in this situation, I suddenly miss my parent’s noisy argument every night from the office. I dreamed of walking in an aisle with a wedding dress like this while my father took me to the man I would love and be with for the rest of my life, but it’s impossible to happen now. The veil covered my face as the man held out his palms to invite me. He took my hands as Archer let go of my arm. I stared into the man’s blue eyes as I watched, and couldn’t deny that he looked dashing. A stylish and classic pompadour haircut with a beard always works and looks very elegant with a navy suit and boutonniere decorations on his chest. I put my hand on his palm, and he supported my step. We knelt at the church’s altar. Father started the ceremony until he began asking questions of the man next to me. “Do you, Randall Adams, take Winter to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and friendship, in strength and weakness, in success and disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” He first looked at me deeply with his blue eyes before answering. “I do.” Father asked me next. I felt everyone’s silence; I g