I groaned as I opened my eyes, a dull headache crashing over me in waves. As I sat up, I scanned my surroundings and quickly realized I was in an unfamiliar room.
Something felt off, and the first question that popped into my mind was how I had ended up here. Then, like a sudden jolt, the memories flooded back. The wedding, Ivan’s tragic death right before my eyes, and then there was him. Dominic. The enigmatic stranger who had captivated my attention, filled with an aura of sorrow and countless unanswered questions. I recalled him injecting something into me—whatever it was that Clarissar had used had definitely knocked me out. As I sat upright, I noticed I was dressed in nightwear, my once beautiful wedding dress now gone. Clutching the robe tightly around me, I slowly dragged myself out of bed. I opened the door to reveal a long, dimly lit hallway. A nagging feeling told me I was no longer in Russia, and wherever Clarissar was, it felt like a distant memory. The thought of escaping didn’t seem like a viable option. I made my way down the corridor, drawn by the voices echoing around me until I stumbled upon him. He was shouting orders to his men from what appeared to be an office. The moment he spotted me, he waved his men away, and I seized the opportunity to barge into the office. “When are you going to let me go? I have a life outside of this place; you can’t keep me here!” I shot at him, my frustration evident as a smirk crept across his face. “Good morning, beautiful. You know I miss watching you sleep, and it seems nothing has changed,” he teased, his playful demeanor only fueling my anger. “You kidnapped me, and now you’re spying on me while I sleep? How much of a creep can you be?” I retorted, glaring at him. “A creep just for you,” he flirted, and I had to restrain myself from lashing out. I was furious about everything, and he chose this moment to joke around. “I don’t care! Let me go! I won’t stay here forever; sooner or later, I will escape,” I threatened, knowing deep down he wouldn’t relent. He was determined to keep me here, and that infuriated me, especially since he treated me like I was still his ex-wife. He stepped closer, but I stood my ground, refusing to back down out of fear. As he approached, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me nearer, his breath brushing against my face. .I have said this before, and I will say it again: I will not let you go. You are my wife, and we belong together. He spoke slowly, lifting my chin to ensure I met his gaze, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that was hard to ignore. A sense of familiarity washed over me, as if I had known him from another time or place. He occupied my thoughts, a lingering presence that felt like a piece of a puzzle I couldn't quite fit together. His gaze was filled with such deep admiration and love that it both comforted and terrified me. He was so convinced of our bond that no matter how much I tried to deny the identity he believed I held, I sensed he would refuse to accept my truth. As I continued to look into his eyes, a woman entered the office, and I instinctively turned my attention to her. “Don…” she halted mid-sentence, her eyes widening in shock as she took in my presence, her breath quickening as she scanned me from head to toe. “What is she doing here?” she shouted, her voice so loud that I had to cover my ears from the force of it. She seemed familiar, yet I couldn't quite place her. “What is the meaning of this, Harper? I told you to keep a low profile,” Dominic snapped at her, his tone sharp as she glared at me with fury. “No, you don’t get to say that! You promised me you were done with her! You said you would choose me over her, and now you bring her back?” she yelled, her rage directed at Dominic, who met her anger with his own. “That was a long time ago, Harper. Move on, and watch your tone, or you might find yourself in serious trouble,” he warned, and I could see the weight of his threat settle over her. I couldn’t ignore the way she glared at me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and envy. She was visibly shaken, whether from rage or fear, I couldn’t tell. “I don’t care what’s happening here, but I was taken against my will and brought here. I was just pleading with him to let me go before you arrived.”Harper glared at me, disbelief and anger flickering in her eyes, while Dominic appeared visibly irritated. “You brought her back after everything Clarissa did to us, to you! You brought this woman back into our lives!” Harper shouted at Dominic, disregarding the warning she had received earlier. I stood there, bewildered, trying to piece together what had transpired and what they were arguing about. Her words only deepened my confusion. “She is my wife, and she will stay here until I uncover the truth behind Clarissa’s actions. Someone has been manipulating all of this, and I intend to find out who. You have no authority here, so keep your mouth shut and leave,” he replied, visibly restraining his anger. Tears streamed down Harper's face as she looked at him, her expression a mix of betrayal and hurt. I felt lost, dragged into this situation without any understanding of what was happening or why. The woman seemed to have a connection to Dominic, while he clearly didn’t want me around. “What’s going on? What’s happening?” I asked, glancing back and forth between them. “What’s happening is that you need to leave—leave and never return!” Harper snapped at me, and I felt a surge of anger; it was as if she blamed me for being here, as if I had chosen this. “Oh, sure! Tell your man to let me go, and I’ll be out of here in a heartbeat,” I shot back, watching her scowl at me. “ You know something, don’t you? I can see you’re trying to hide it,” Dominic suddenly interjected, causing Harper to freeze, caught in a moment of guilt for something she clearly didn’t want to reveal. “What are you talking about?”she asked as she looked at Dominic in fear. “You're more concerned about seeing me with Clarissa, then being happy I just found your missing sister,” Dominic said.I stood there, completely stunned, gazing at a woman I had never encountered before in my life. “Wait, what?” I asked Dominic, who was glaring at Harper with a fierce intensity. “I used to call her my sister, but after what she did to me, she’s no sister of mine. I will never see her as family again,” Harper shouted, turning on her heel and storming out of the office. I was left standing there, more bewildered than ever. I felt paralyzed as I watched her walk away, unsure of how to respond or what to think. I didn’t understand what was happening. I glanced at Dominic, who was still fixated on the door through which she had just exited, and it was clear they shared a complicated past. Harper herself had acknowledged it, and the depth of her hatred for me was palpable, sending chills down my spine. Whatever had transpired between this woman named Eve and her was clearly something dark and troubling.I was exhausted from trying to convince this man that I wasn't his long-lost wife.
It took me some time to finally push him away, as I was overwhelmed with fear and uncertainty. I had always been told that the fear of the unknown is the most daunting, and that’s exactly what I was experiencing, i was terrified of what I might uncover, what truths might come to light. As I stepped back, his gaze filled with desire made me feel a deep sense of shame for the first time. “You…you…” I stuttered, my eyes widening in shock at the situation unfolding before me. “I will wait… Eve, even if it takes years to have you by my side,” he murmured before turning to leave. I stood there, struggling to catch my breath, my heart racing as confusion and fear clouded my mind. I realized I had to escape; I needed to get away from this place to avoid being trapped by Dominic . I understood all too well that he wouldn’t let me go easily, regardless of what I did or how hard I tried. I quietly slipped out of the room, and as I wandered through the halls, his words replayed in my
As temping as it was I knew I couldn’t refuse, I had to get it of here no matter what, and she wasn’t even making it easy for me, by being a bitch. I gazed at her, feeling a mix of shock and confusion. She had always made it clear that she didn’t want me around, and I couldn’t quite grasp her motives. But honestly, it didn’t matter to me; all I wanted was to escape this place, and if that meant we had a deal, then so be it. “Great, a deal it is. If I were kidnapped and brought here against my will, I’d definitely want to leave,” I replied, noticing a smile creeping onto her lips, as if she couldn’t believe I was actually agreeing to her terms. Despite how tempting it was, I realized I couldn't say no to her terms, why would I ever want to come back here in the first place. Her difficult attitude certainly wasn't helping. Each sharp word and dismissive gesture only added to my frustration, making it harder to focus on my own needs and desires. I glanced around, searching f
Dominic POVMarco , a member of the Romano family, expressed his frustration, saying, “In just a few days, the Russians have shut down five of our factories. We need to take action.” His voice was laced with urgency, a stark contrast to the calm that had enveloped the room moments before. The dim light cast shadows on the faces of my men, each one reflecting a mix of concern and determination. I remained quiet, weighing the opinions of my men, The situation had deteriorated rapidly, and Ivan was playing a dangerous game with me, a game I deeply despised. He was not just a rival; he was a master manipulator, skilled at exploiting weaknesses and sowing discords . The loss of our factories was not merely a financial blow; it was a direct assault on our power and influence in the region. Each factory that fell silent represented not just lost revenue, but also a blow to our reputation and standing in the county, and I knew I needed to put an end to it. As I glanced around the table,
Clarissa POV I could see why Dominic struggled to accept his wife's death; without a body, it left room for all sorts of rumors and theories to swirl around. The absence of closure can be a breeding ground for obsession, and it seemed that Dominic had fallen victim to that very trap. “Come in, I’ll prepare a bath for you,” Lily offered as she parked in what I assumed was her apartment's garage. Her voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. As we stepped out of the car, my mind was a whirlwind, grappling with thoughts that felt jumbled and confusing. The events of the day replayed in my head like a broken record Dominic's frantic eyes, the gunshot that rang out, the feeling of being yanked away from the life I once knew, I was about to be married, and that was snatched away from me, by a man who thought i was his wife. Entering her apartment, I noticed Lily turning to face me. The warm, inviting space was filled with soft light and the scent of lavender.
Third POV Lily stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the tattoo adorning Clarissa's spine, a poignant reminder of her best friend, who had been lost to her forever. The news of Eve’s disappearance had struck her hardest a year ago; Eve was more than just a friend she was like a sister. The pain of that loss was unbearable. The car had been found charred and submerged in the river, yet Eve’s body was never recovered. The authorities had ruled her dead, claiming there was no way she could have survived such a devastating accident. The guilt weighed heavily on Lily, knowing she hadn’t been there for her best friend when she needed her most. A burial ceremony was held, but Dominic, Eve’s ex-husband, didn’t attend. It was evident he didn’t care about her, nor did he seem to mourn the loss of his former wife. Lily harbored deep resentment towards him for the hurt he had inflicted during their time together; he had treated her poorly, and the memories still stung. Although she was
Clarissa POV I gradually opened my eyes, a sharp pain throbbing in my head, and let out a groan as I took in my surroundings. A wave of dread washed over me as I realized where I was, I was back at Dominic's place.Then it struck me: the girl had knocked me out and brought me here. Just as that thought settled in, the door swung open, and there she stood. The moment she noticed I was awake, she rushed over and closed the door behind her."I'm so relieved you're awake," she said, hurrying to my side. Anger surged within me as she reached out to touch me, and I instinctively pushed her away."How could you do this?" I snapped, my voice filled with rage."I can explain..." she replied, raising her hands in a gesture meant to calm me, but her eyes were a mix of emotions, including pity."Explain what? I trusted you, you traitor..." I spat, my anger boiling over as I locked eyes with her, which were heavy with sympathy.“It’s not what you think, it…” she began, but I stood up and grabbed
I stood there, enveloped in my thoughts, and suddenly it hit me: for reasons I couldn't fully understand, I was Eve.“Just go away! I never want to see your face again, you liar and cheat!” I snapped as I turned to confront her. Deep down, I wanted to place the blame on her for everything that had gone wrong, yet I recognized that she was only trying to help me.In a matter of moments, I had put my trust in her in ways I couldn't fathom. And She returned to the very place I had fled from, and now I felt lost, grappling with the reality that I was someone I couldn't even remember.It was all so bewildering.I wanted to scream, to demand my memories back. The fear of discovering that my entire life had been a fabrication consumed me. I felt betrayed and frightened at the thought of what I might uncover.Yes, I had no recollections from years past, and the doctor had assured me it was merely an illness. I had accepted that and tried to live with it, but now I was faced with the unsettl