His Perfect Prescription, My Royal Betrayal

For three years, I was his "little bird," an amnesiac he rescued and cherished. He was Dawson Nash, a handsome tech billionaire, my savior, my anchor, my entire world.

Then I overheard him talking to his therapist. "10,000 encounters, Dawson. You chose well. She's clean, naive, and pliable. A perfect prescription."

I was just a tool, a "cure" to keep him pure for his true obsession: Arleen, his mother's best friend.

Every gentle touch, every patient lesson, every whispered "I love you"-all a calculated lie. He called me disposable, a placeholder until he could have his goddess.

He humiliated me, abandoned me in a storm, and left me for dead after a car accident. When I saved Arleen from drowning, he accused me of trying to kill her and had me locked in a chapel to "reflect."

But as the super blue blood moon rose, I saw my chance. Not for revenge, but for escape.

I threw myself into the ancient well on his family's estate, not to die, but to go home.

Because I wasn't just a naive girl with amnesia. I was a princess from a lost kingdom, and the well was my gateway back.

Chapter 1

My entire world shattered into a million pieces the moment I heard Dawson's therapist's clinical voice, "10,000 encounters, Dawson. You chose well. She's clean, naive, and pliable. A perfect prescription."

The world I had known for three years, the one Dawson had built for me with his charming smiles and gentle touches, crumbled around me. I had woken up in this bustling, overwhelming city of Los Angeles three years ago, my mind a blank slate. The last thing I remembered was the suffocating smoke of a barn fire, then nothing. Suddenly, I was here, in a hospital bed, surrounded by flashing screens and unfamiliar noises. Panic had clawed at my throat.

Then he appeared, a beacon of calm in my storm. Dawson Nash, handsome, charismatic, a tech billionaire. He found me, lost and confused, a stranger with no name, no past, and no memory. He told me he'd found me near a construction site, disoriented and muttering. He brought me back to his sprawling, hyper-modern mansion, a place so alien it might as well have been another planet.

"It's okay, little bird," he'd said, his voice a low, soothing melody that had instantly calmed my frayed nerves. "You're safe now."

He was my savior, my anchor in a world that spun too fast. He patiently taught me how to use a smartphone, a magical device that held endless information and connections to a world I couldn' t fathom. He introduced me to social media, a place where people shared snippets of their lives for strangers to consume. Everything was a marvel and a puzzle. I must have seemed utterly ridiculous to him, constantly asking "why" and "how."

I remember trying to swipe a physical photo off a table, thinking it was a faulty screen. Dawson had laughed, a deep, rumbling sound