Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

On the way to the Fords...

Justin sat in his car in silence, his mind consumed by what his lookalike had told him.

"You are Aiden Handrix. You’ve lost your memories." And the last part stuck with him even more: "On Natalie’s marriage certificate, it’s your real name, Aiden Handrix."

If my name truly is Aiden Handrix, then why don’t I remember it? When did I lose my memories? What kind of game is this man playing, and who’s the mastermind behind it all—someone who clearly knows both Natalie and me? He thought back to the man’s initial reaction. He looked genuinely surprised to see me. So, whoever planned this didn’t know I was alive. But why use my name to marry Natalie, and what’s the real story behind Aiden Handrix?

The questions swirling in his mind made his head pound.

"Noah, get me the details of everything I’ve done up until now, especially in the past five years. I want records of where I was, what I did, and who I met—all with concrete proof. Don’t just give me written records; I want videos, pictures, anything you can find."

"Yes, Mr. Harper," Noah replied, handing him a fresh shirt from the emergency bag always kept in Justin’s car. "You’ll need to change, sir."

Justin looked down and noticed his shirt’s top buttons were missing, remnants of his earlier encounter. He proceeded to change, knowing he needed to look his best at the Fords’ event.

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Just then, his phone buzzed with a message from Natalie.

Natalie:No need to come here. Your gift has caused quite a commotion, and now everyone’s curious to know more about you.

Justin continued changing shirts and asked, "How much longer until we arrive?"