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VINCA'S REVENGE

Chapter 7 BEYOND LOVE

Word Count: 1271    |    Released on: 03/10/2022

s she tried her best to hold her down. The nurse on duty came running i

t the lady with a sedative as she asked Maria to cal

had a feeling maybe something was triggered in the lady's memory but since s

e wanted to scream but no sound came forth. Her fall was cu

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heard the front door being opened and shut then the sound of heels

re you doing here?" she scre

r ears were ringing from the slap the lady served her. Stunn

t any mishaps before our pl

e? Why don't you tell her what she

was a conspiracy going on. Her eyes kept moving from her fia

s. "You are going to do exactly what we tell you to do otherwise

looked pleadingly at Damont. Damo

r and just get on with the plan

il we got the marriage certificate so l hope you

lady wanting to scratch her face off because she felt she was the one who was out to ruin her

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hree days, what happened? Why is

but she didn't wake up. I think she remembered something from her past. All we can do now is hop

concentrate at work. Going through the information he got from his investigation, he wanted to contact the wedding

w long he stood there till he heard the tiniest of movements

where she was. Frost turned from the only wind

er head towards the hand. Frost, realizing that she was awake, r

was all about rushed into the room too. Vinc

s, checked her pulse and tempera

n you h

e lady talking t

ng at her surroundings, the smell of disinfectant wafting u

e still weak. Do you know

Limack" She answe

sked Maria with an expe

looking at Weister. "That's Mr. Nice Guy", looking

d them in her mind according to their character. Not wanting t

of what Damont and Ana had done to her. Try as she might, she couldn't

oor heard her sobbing an

nd held her in a hug. She had taken a great liking t

her arms. Maria stroked her hair gently and ju

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ying down by her side. It was a beautiful spring morning and she had her earphones plugged i

heart. Even my life was not enoug

tray our love?" She kept asking herself over and

e her memories to unlock, she would get a splitting headache. As if sensing her sadness, Bruno

r Weister told her that what she had was selective amnesia and that s

al followed her. The colors were like a soothing ointment to her heart. There were endless rows of red, yellow, white, pink, and purple. S

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