Part 1He Forgot Me, But His Heart Remembers

The System wiped every trace of me from my fiancé Declan’s memory, all to ensure he would effortlessly fall for the predestined female lead.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

What the System completely failed to realize was that I had manipulated my way into his bed. Declan actually loathed the very ground I walked on.

Once he and the female lead made their relationship official, I packed my bags, left the city behind, and flew across the globe to Europe.

I never expected to bump into him on a cobblestone street in Florence.

His eyes locked onto mine. A furious blush crept up his neck, and he clutched his chest, breathless. "Who are you? Can we get to know each other?"

What an absolute idiot.

He was probably having heart palpitations from the sheer rage of seeing me, and his broken brain actually mistook it for love at first sight.

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My family survived entirely on the Sinclair family's charity. From the time I could walk, I was groomed to be their perfect daughter-in-law.

When the eldest son, Arthur, passed away, the second son, Declan, became my only target.

But Declan despised me.

Whenever I tried to get close to Arthur when we were kids, Declan would tremble with anger. I honestly thought he was just jealous. So, I threw myself at Declan with reckless abandon, trying to win him over. The boy rolled his eyes so hard he nearly passed out on the spot.

Once, the Sinclair family's puppy and I both tumbled into a muddy ditch. Declan marched right over, scooped up the shivering puppy, and left me sitting in the muck.

In the end, it was the dog who led the estate staff back to rescue me.

That was the exact moment I knew Declan hated my guts. After all, he was severely allergic to dog hair. He was willing to risk a severe allergic reaction for a dog, but wouldn't lift a finger for me.

When the System finally manifested in my head, I was busy snapping covert photos of Declan in his mahogany study. I was reporting his every after-hours move to his grandfather, the patriarch of the Sinclair empire.

I texted the old man. Grandfather Sinclair, he just finished dinner and went straight to the study. He is likely handling the Silver Coast port project. He is on a video call with the European valuation team right now.

I reported everything with robotic precision.

Right then, Declan’s sharp gaze shifted from his glowing monitors directly to me. He flinched slightly, then let out a long, heavy exhale. His dark eyes bored into mine, brimming with severe impatience.

He always knew I was his grandfather’s little spy, which explained the constant scowl.

I offered him an apologetic smile and turned to leave.

That was when the static buzzed in my skull, followed by the System’s voice.

"Apologies, supporting character. The female lead arrived far too late to capture the male lead’s heart. I never calculated that you would actually be on the verge of marrying him."

A sharp crackle of electricity echoed in my mind.

"To ensure this world functions correctly, the core programming demands that the female lead successfully romances Declan Sinclair. I am required to purge every single memory he has of you. As compensation, your family's assets will remain untouched. Grandfather Sinclair will not retaliate against you. Feel free to state any other demands."