The Forgotten Genius: Rising From Ruin

The Forgotten Genius: Rising From Ruin

Dionisio Wambold

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I woke up in a sterile hospital room with a throbbing head and a memory as blank as the white walls. Before I could even ask who I was, my fiancé, Beckham, stormed in with my sister, Isamar, and ended our engagement with a look of pure disgust. "Stop the act, Chanel," he sneered, accusing me of crashing my car just to hound him for money. "The accident won't save you this time. You're a pathetic gold digger, and you just lost your meal ticket." The nightmare only deepened from there. My own mother disowned me over the phone, freezing my bank accounts and calling me a disgrace for "faking a suicide" just to get Beckham's attention. When I returned to the family estate to reclaim my legal documents, my mother slapped me across the face, and my brother, Liam, tried to beat me, treating me like a common thief in my own home. Left with nothing but a black business card and a debt I couldn't pay, I fled into a rainy night on a stolen ATV. My adrenaline was crashing, and my hands shook on the handlebars as I rounded a sharp, wet curve. I lost control, skidding across the asphalt and smashing head-first into a luxury Maybach. The man who stepped out of the car was none other than Duke Montgomery-the most feared, powerful man in the city, a "disfigured recluse" the tabloids whispered about in hushed tones. I didn't understand why my own blood treated me like trash or why my sister was smirking while I bled in the mud. I was a stranger to my own past, discarded by everyone I was supposed to love, and now I owed a fifty-thousand-dollar repair bill to a man who looked like he could crush me with a single word. But as I looked into Duke's cold, aristocratic eyes, something inside me snapped. I didn't beg for mercy. I stood my ground and offered a high-stakes negotiation. "I will work it off," I told him, stepping into his car and choosing to walk straight into the lion's den to take back the life they stole from me.

Chapter 1 Amnesia

The throbbing in her head wasn't just pain. It was a rhythmic, heavy hammer striking the inside of her skull, counting out the seconds of a life she couldn't remember.

Chanel opened her eyes. The room was aggressively white. Sterile walls, crisp sheets, and the sharp, chemical smell of antiseptic that burned the back of her throat. She tried to push herself up, but her muscles screamed in protest. Her arms felt like lead weights, and a dull ache radiated from her ribs.

A nurse bustled in, checking the IV drip with rough, impatient movements. She didn't look at Chanel's face. She looked at the machine.

Where am I? Chanel asked. Her voice was a dry croak, like sandpaper dragging over stone.

The nurse scoffed. She didn't answer. Instead, she placed a metal clipboard at the foot of the bed with a sharp, dismissive clatter. It slid slightly, coming to a rest against Chanel's shins.

Insurance information or a credit card, the nurse said, tapping the paper. We need a card on file before the doctor comes back.

Chanel stared at the clipboard. The lines on the paper blurred. Name. Date of birth. Address. Her mind was a terrifying, blank expanse of white, matching the walls. She reached for a name, a memory, a face, but found only fog. She didn't know who she was.

The door to the room swung open with violent force, slamming against the rubber stopper on the wall. The bang made Chanel flinch, her heart hammering against her bruised ribs.

A man strode in. He was beautiful in a way that felt practiced. His suit was bespoke, navy blue, and tailored to within an inch of its life. His hair was perfectly gelled, but his face was twisted into a mask of cold fury.

A woman followed him. She was clinging to his arm, her fingers digging into the fabric of his expensive jacket. She wore a floral dress that looked soft, and her expression was one of exaggerated concern, her eyebrows pulled together in a way that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Chanel's eyes widened. She waited for a spark of recognition. There was nothing.

The man stopped at the foot of the bed. He looked down at her not with worry, but with the kind of disgust one reserves for something stepped on in the street.

The woman leaned up, whispering something into his ear. She glanced at Chanel, offering a sad, pitying smile that made Chanel's skin crawl.

Stop the act, Chanel, the man announced. His voice was deep, commanding, and utterly devoid of warmth. The accident won't save you this time.

Chanel frowned. The confusion was a physical weight in her chest.

Who are you? she asked.

The man laughed. It was a harsh, barking sound. He looked at the woman on his arm, shaking his head.

Incredible, he said. You are actually going to commit to this? You think pretending you don't know me will make me forget you stalked me halfway across the Hamptons?

He leaned forward, gripping the footboard of the bed until his knuckles turned white.

We are done, Chanel. The engagement is over. Effective immediately.

Chanel felt a phantom pain in the center of her chest. It was an echo of an emotion she couldn't place, but her logical mind processed the data instantly. This man was her fiancé. He was leaving her. And she was unwanted.

You crashed your car chasing me, he sneered. Like a pathetic gold digger terrified of losing her meal ticket. Well, you lost it.

The woman stepped forward, smoothing the front of her dress.

Beckham, please, she said softly. We just want you to get help, sister.

Sister. Chanel looked at the woman. This stranger was her blood? She searched the woman's face for any similarity, any pull of familiarity. There was only a void.

Beckham reached into his pocket. He pulled out a business card. It was black, thick cardstock with gold embossing that caught the harsh hospital light.

He flicked it onto her lap. It landed face up next to the clipboard.

If you need money so bad, call him, Beckham said. He handles the family's charity cases now.

Chanel looked down. The name was embossed in sharp, serif font: Duke Montgomery.

A shiver ran down her spine. It wasn't cold. It was a primal, instinctive spike of fear. She didn't know the name, yet her body reacted to it as a threat.

Beckham wrapped his arm around the woman-Isamar. He pulled her close, kissing the top of her head while staring directly at Chanel.

Isamar is the only woman in your family with any dignity, he declared.

Isamar leaned into him. Over his shoulder, she shot Chanel a look. It wasn't pity anymore. It was a smirk. A small, triumphant curling of the lips that vanished as soon as Beckham looked down at her.

Let's go, Beckham said.

They turned and walked out. They didn't ask a doctor about her condition. They didn't look back.

The nurse returned to the bedside. She had been watching the entire scene from the doorway. Her expression had shifted from impatience to open contempt.

Cash or credit? the nurse snapped. We don't run tabs for ex-fiancées.

Chanel picked up the black card. Her fingers trembled slightly, not from sadness, but from the shock of the adrenaline crash. The edges of the card were sharp enough to cut skin.

She realized, with a cold, sinking clarity, that this piece of cardstock was the only lifeline she had in a world that had just discarded her.

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The Forgotten Genius: Rising From Ruin
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Chapter 1 Amnesia

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Chapter 2 Everyone hasleft her behind

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Chapter 3 Elle

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Chapter 4 A slap

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Chapter 5 SOS

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Chapter 6 I need a job

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Chapter 7 Password

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Chapter 8 Don't touch me again

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Chapter 9 I will kill you

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Chapter 10 She was in the lion's den now

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Chapter 11 get the money

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Chapter 12 I need cash

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Chapter 13 What can I get you

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Chapter 14 Stop her

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Chapter 15 Back off.

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Chapter 16 Keep it

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Chapter 17 To who

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Chapter 18 Bring her up

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Chapter 19 Thank you

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Chapter 20 I wouldn't bet on it

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Chapter 21 Abolish marriage documents

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Chapter 22 Account locked

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Chapter 23 Lying

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Chapter 24 I'm fine.

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Chapter 25 Help!

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Chapter 26 You've been drugged.

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Chapter 27 You shouldn't be here.

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Chapter 28 She won't come.

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Chapter 29 Do you have dignity

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Chapter 30 No one is allowed to move.

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Chapter 31 Audio recording

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Chapter 32 Retraction of testimony

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Chapter 33 Absolutely not

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Chapter 34 You're still here

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Chapter 35 Fraud

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Chapter 36 Don't walk away from me

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Chapter 37 escaped

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Chapter 38 I'm taking a shower

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Chapter 39 Get him done

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Chapter 40 Quiet down

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