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case she fell to the floor again. She shook her head and looked up at the painting.
    “I don’t believe this… It’s unreal. I don’t even remember getting married. I don’t remember anything about our life together, never mind my marriage vows,” she told him angrily, reluctant to reveal her memories of their hot sexual encounters.
    Raoul frowned and stood up. Afraid of what he might do, Sabrina took two steps back, but Raoul headed for the top drawer of his desk. Sabrina glanced back at the door, wondering whether she should make a sudden break for freedom. She needed space, time to think. Her mind made up, she straightened and headed from the door, deciding to leave and collect her thoughts. Her whole world felt as though it was a whirl.
    Nothing appeared safe or trustworthy. Leaving would give her some control back until she could decide what to do. Surely Raoul would understand that. Frantically, she headed for the door and reached out for the handle with a shaking hand when she stopped dead, hearing the cracking whip of Raoul’s reprimand across the air.
    “Sabrina. Where are you going?”
    Sabrina turned sharply, tilting her chin defiantly at him.
    “You can’t stop me leaving,” she threatened. “I will call the police.”
    He gave a laugh and began walking towards her.
    “It will do you no good,” he told her softly. “They know that you are home and that your memory loss may have made you unstable. They are more than likely to advise hospital care if I can’t keep you under control than help you leave.”
    He unfolded the piece of paper he held in his hand and offered it to her. “Your signature on our wedding certificate will prove that this is not some elaborate hoax. You belong to me, Sabrina, and I am not letting you walk out of that door again.”
    She glanced at the certificate and the signature he pointed to. It was definitely her writing. Blind panic filled her mind. She didn’t know what to do. What if Raoul had been the man who had beaten her so badly she’d lost her memory? What if he really was the man who had put her in the hospital ten years ago? Perhaps she had tried to leave him then and he’d become really violent. But she never felt that once from him in the memories she’d experienced earlier. He had evoked pleasure rather than fear in his discipline of her. Too many questions. She had to get out.
    “Do whatever the hell you want, but I am still leaving and there is nothing you can do,” she shouted, wasting no more time in turning the door handle.
    But to her dismay she was not to get very far. Raoul leaned over and raised his hand above her head, slamming the door shut hard. Sabrina gave a yelp of fear and turned around to face him, finding her back pressed against the door with no means of escape. Raoul’s dark eyes looked down at her threateningly. He closed the distance between them, sweeping his arm around her waist when she made a gesture to duck out from under the cage of his arm. He pushed her back against the door once more and restrained her there.
    “I am going to keep you here even if I have to strap you down on that bed in the tower and beat your bottom crimson until you accept what is happening. I want to know why you walked out on my life. We were in love. I have spent years wondering what happened. I never once thought you were dead.” He paused as he thought to consider his next words. “The police believed you were murdered and I was their main suspect. They even dragged the lake in the grounds looking for your body. The only thing that stopped them from charging me with your murder was the lack of a body. I want answers and you are going to give them to me, darling wife. So yes, you will stay and yes, I will make you a prisoner if I have to.”
    Sabrina would have retorted, but both fear and confusion about her disappearance from the chateau caused a flurry of broken images to twist inside her mind. She could see herself standing talking to someone.