Forgotten Love, Unleashed Cold Revenge

a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with

dn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected

andoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his

fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, strippe

er IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapo

pte

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r, and my body imme

ospital mattress. I gasped, my fingers digging into the sterile white sheets. My body was cond

open. The glaring fluorescent lights above me blurred my vision for a few sec

c rhythm, breaking the absolute dead silence of the room

rough the semi-transparent glass of the blinds covering the VIP

ce. He was a man consumed by violent, explosive rage. My brain registered his aggressive posture, the way his broad shoulders b

n. I waited for my heart to race, for my palms to s

hin

emptiness inside my chest. I f

urned to a man in a black suit standing nearby-a bodyguard-and roared something. The thick

ly tailored. It probably cost more than a car. He had the fashio

. A doctor in a crisp white coat and g

ble sigh of relief. He immediately reached over

Sienna, please follow the light," he said, shining the bright be

nst the harsh glare. "Just my chest," I rasped. My

screen a few times. He looked down at me with a gentle,

my mouth

g came

mory. It was completely blank. The harder I tried to grasp something, the

hands, my breathing turnin

owering his tablet. "Don't force it. This is a

ent in my room. He snapped his head toward the door, his dar

d grab the metal handle. Before he could turn it, the bodyguard stepp

l handle turn slig

w why, but every cell in my body was screaming in rej

ed, drawing my attention back. "Based on your current c

esi

rrifying loss of identity that people in movies portrayed. Instead, I felt a strange, w

ward the door. "Would you like

e dark silhouette pacing outside the

e a lunatic who punches

wer. "Right. I need to go adjust your pain medication dosage

my hand. A clear IV tube was taped to the b

icking heels echoed on t

with bright red hair, wearing a worn leather jacket, ru

hands over me, too terrified to actually touch me. Te

y muscles tensing. I stared at thi

my eyes. She gasped, covering her mouth wit

When the crash happened, he