His Amnesiac Lie: My Stolen Life
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d too long before I locked the screen. I wiped the lingering tear tra
n miles a minute while my body felt like it was encased in lead. I had to appear n
ed by the hallway light. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his dark h
you feeling alright? I have the premiere for Morrison Dynamics'
ide of my cheek, hard, the sharp pain g
mbled into the pillow, my voice
the bed. His hand came to rest on my hair, his touch a
word feeling like a betrayal o
t gallery. The entrance was flanked by photographers and r
ghts, was Carina. She was wearing a stunning scarlet dress that
ent completely rigid as Hard
rina called out, gliding
He turned to me, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Athena, this is
ce of my self-con
d me so much about you," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "You know, you seem a little overwhelmed. Perhap
steering me towards a side door. "She's ri
shed inside, the door clicking shut behind me. One dress, a complicated affair of silks and sequi
smirk playing on her lips. She closed the do
opping to a venomous whisper. "You're not welco
, my voice surprisingly steady. The words ta
iculous notes and early drafts, only to be told there was no definitive pr
s me, her heels clicking ominously on the marble floor. "I' m
g against the zipper. I tensed, a primal s
a vice, her fingers pressing into the scarred, tender flesh. The old injury flared, a whit
s off my wrist. The pain was blinding, radia
he dressing room
onfusion that quickly morphed into anger
xed on my hand g
"Hardin," she whimpered, cradling her own hand. "She... she attacked me. I was jus
oked at me, his eyes cold and
my own throbbing wrist. "She' s
. "Carina wouldn't hurt a fly. I've known her for years. She's t
ting was so blatant, so abso
at me, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. "But my mother's vintage pearl necklace... it was a gift. I took it off be
e looked at her. "Of course, sweetheart. An
k to me, icy and com
nd walked out into the blinding lights of the gallery. The necklace was
n, trembled. The necklace slipped through my fingers. It hit the polished floor wit
My mother's necklace! Athena,
sorry
her lower lip trembling. "Hardin, I think... I
ozen fire. "This is an important night for the company, Athena. Carina is our
This was the man who had promise
on purpose," I whisper
commanded.
protesting against the hard floor. My fingers, clumsy with pai
roken champagne flute, had pricked my fingertip. I quickly pulled my hand b
He was looking down at my hand, his expression
remaine
nose in disgust. "You know what, just leave them. Hard
rned to me, his tone dropping back to freezing. "And you will stay here
d," I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. The lig
till wrapped around Carina's shoulders, and walked away
choking. The pain in my wrist, my hand, my knees-it wa
was a cage. And I had