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Forgotten Love, Unleashed Cold Revenge

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 752    |    Released on: Today at 17:15

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mmotion erupted in t

of patience he possessed. He kicked the hea

hysical force of the kick sent a visible shudder through

s shrinking inward like a frightened an

ough the narrow slats of the

t the woman he was supposed to marry had woken up from a near-fatal crash. There was only the arrogant, hig

completely flat, studying him with the detached in

r. He visibly flinched, stung by the

urning my head to look at Julia.

alm. "It's scheduled for next month. Hav

ft in topic. She stuttered, "Y-yes. Every politician,

the information. "Good. The

with absolute shock. "Are you insane? He lef

i family cannot afford the humiliation of a canceled wedding. If I call it off now, it will

ed. "I would rather watch the family go to w

the corners of my mouth. "Who

oroughly confused. "Th

y. "I need time. I need to use this period to take ba

lastic IV tube was taped to my skin, restr

ht hand and pinched the pl

g a step forward. "

l tape off my skin and yanked the th

dark red blood instantly bloomed onto the pristine whit

other hand, I threw the heavy blanket off my legs. I gritted my teeth against the

floor. My knees buckled slightly from

ep me upright. Tears were welling in her ey

gged breath and forced my spine to straig

f the bed and pulled it over my thin, embarrassing h

ingle step felt like walking on broken glass, draini

ng. He stopped pacing. His eyes dark

rapped my hand around th

own. "It is time to me

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Forgotten Love, Unleashed Cold Revenge
Forgotten Love, Unleashed Cold Revenge
“Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for. Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive. Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself. But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate. With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."”