Elysia I woke up to a lot of rustling. I had no idea when I slept off but I could remember crying on the king-sized bed and now I am here. I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the sleep, I saw Damon hunched over our luggage trying to put them together. I felt my heart break into two, I watched him pack one piece of cloth one after the other paying me no attention. He was leaving me. The thought brought a fresh set of tears to my eyes, I struggled not to let them out. I was pathetic. "Damon?" I called out. He paused but didn't turn around. I sighed. "Damon, please don't leave," I said sadly. "What?" He asked but he still didn't turn to me. My lips curled into a pout as I stared at his back. The muscles rippled through his shirt as he continued folding his clothes. "Why won't you answer me? Are you leaving..." But, before I could voice my concerns, he screamed, "Elysia, we're going back to San Jose!" I sat up, startled. My mood lifted when I confirmed that he wasn't leaving me behi
Damon. I opened the door, and seeing Elysia shake with nervousness made me feel funny. It was strange seeing her want to make an impression on the same people who hate her guts. I didn't have the mind to tell her that she was wasting her time and it was never going to work out between her and my parents. That relationship sailed a long time ago, I figured it would be fun to watch her sweat it out. My mother would make her uncomfortable, that's the least they could do. I itched to grab her hand and assure her that everything would be fine but that would be me caring and I wasn't supposed to care, no matter how nice she was being. The door opened and I was floored. My mother’s warm welcome made me smile as I made my way to my Father’s study. I worried about leaving Elysia with my parents knowing their history but I figured she would be fine, I felt nostalgic coming back here, the pictures on the wall and my mother’s signature cooking called to me. I trailed my finger on the pictur
Elysia I sighed with contentment as his hands ran through my back. I couldn't remember the last time he showed any affection. I was careful not to utter a word, I didn't want to ruin the moment. He was sure to pull away from me if he felt rattled. The hand on my back stopped its movement and I almost hissed. The disappointment was clear as day on my face but he couldn't see it. I could hear his heartbeat and for some strange reason, the sound and rhythm of the beating soothed me. It made me calm, a feeling I wasn't accustomed to since I lost my memory. I heard the rumble when he cleared his throat. He muttered something, I wasn't sure what but he repeated it. "I want to adopt Zara's child." I felt like a cold bucket has been poured on me. Suddenly, the hug made sense. He was preparing me for this. I couldn't lash out, that would make me look childish. I untangled myself from the hug, choosing to look at him. I was in shock. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking, and I co
Elysia. I woke up groggy and disoriented, staring at the sterile white walls of the hospital room. I stared at the connecting wires attached to my arm, the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor. I tried to sit up but a hand held me back. "Careful dear," the familiar voice penetrated my thoughts. I turned to the voice immediately and my mother's worried face was the first thing I saw. I held her gaze for a long time and I saw a familiar emotion that seemed strange coming from her. Pity. I immediately burst into tears. She held my hand and stroked my hair. "You are going to be okay. Shhhh" she comforted me but it did nothing to soothe me. It made me even cry harder. My body racked with sobs as it trembled. I was exhausted. "Mom, I am so tired.," I whispered, my voice shaking with fear. "What do you mean, honey? You will be fine," she replied, looking at me with confusion and concern. "I can't, Mom. I just can't. I can't face what happened there. I can't go back to that p
Elysia I ran out of the house, tears streaming down my face. I hunched down, out of breath as I felt my heart break over and over again. I didn't know if it was my brother blaming himself, or my parents letting me go into an arranged marriage. Or the worst of it all, my husband. The cold expression on his face whenever he looked at me came to mind, he regarded me with such contempt that it felt like I was an intruder in the marriage. I wondered what I did to make him hate me this much, he saved my family's company and how did I repay him? I had no idea. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but I was too hurt and confused to calm down. I had never felt so alone in my life. It was like I was being punished for the sins I couldn't remember for the life of me. No one understood the battle I was fighting, internally and externally. As I walked down the street, I replayed the conversation with Damon over and over again in my mind. His words echoed in my mind like a neve
. Damon I woke up to the shrill sound of my ringtone. I hissed as I flung it somewhere on my nightstand I would look for it later. It kept ringing and it started getting me irritated. I blindly searched for it. I fumbled for the phone on my nightstand, answered it, and was greeted by the voice of my father-in-law. "Hello?" "Damon? Can I speak to Elysia?" Her father's voice boomed over the phone. "She isn't here," I said. I couldn't care less about where she goes or what she does. "Oh, I...I thought she was with you." His voice trembled, a dead giveaway that something was wrong. "No, what's going on?" I asked, instantly awake and alert. "She never came home last night and we can't find her anywhere." His voice cracked at the end. He didn't finish the statement when I was already up from bed, my snide comment was biting me in the ass. A chill ran down my spine. Every in my body screamed at me to go look for her. I told my father-in-law I would be there as soon as possible a
Elysia When I woke up later in the day, I was overwhelmed with my emotions trying to get the best of me. I felt ecstatic that Damon finally allowed me to move back in but furthermore I was happy that he was willing to work through our issues. I had my things moved and I was back in the house the same night. My lips thinned when I remembered that Zara was going to be living with us. I wasn't comfortable with that and I made it clear to him. He promised to figure something out until she decides to leave. I woke up early this morning, eager to start my day. I was determined to make breakfast for Damon and myself, hoping to surprise him with my cooking skills. I decided to make omelets with ham and cheese, accompanied by a fresh fruit salad and a warm cup of coffee. As I cooked, the sizzling of the eggs in the pan and the aroma of the coffee filled the kitchen, bringing a smile to my face. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I placed the plates on the table, admiring my work
Elysia I sat in Macy's office, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. She had just told me about the journal and how I write in it whenever I am sad. Curiosity getting the best of me, I decided to take a look. I opened the safe where she kept it, and began to read through the pages. As I flipped through the pages, I stumbled upon a section dedicated to my ex-fiance, Jackson. My heart sank as I read my words, filled with pain and confusion. I wrote about visiting his house and finding him with a pregnant woman. The thought of him cheating on me was devastating. "I went to the house today, to see how Jackson was doing, but he was with a pregnant lady, who seems to be due in a few months. How is that supposed to happen when we only just broke up two months ago? Did he cheat on me? If he did, now I will never know. I guess it's better this way, maybe I wasn't destined for happiness" How come I don't remember this? It was obvious now that Damon forced me into the marriage, but why? I coul
Elysia's pov Damon turned towards me, his expression still unreadable. "If you want to be the CEO, Elysia, you're going to have to work for it. You'll start as my assistant, and we'll see how you handle the job. If you prove yourself, then maybe we can talk about making you the CEO." I gritted my teeth, my fists still clenched. I couldn't believe that he was making me jump through all these hoops just to prove myself. "I don't need your help, Damon," I spat out, my anger boiling over. "I can do this on my own. I don't need you to hold my hand and guide me through everything." Damon's lips quirked up in a small smile. "Is that so? Well, then. I guess we'll see how well you do on your own." He walked towards the door, turning back for a moment to add one final remark. "But just remember, Elysia. This is my company as much as it is yours. And I won't let you ruin it." I watched him leave, feeling a mixture of anger and frustration. I couldn't believe that Damon was making things so
Elysia's pov "I can't believe you're doing this to me, Damon!" I yelled, my frustration and anger mounting with each passing moment. "You know how hard I've worked to build up that company, and now you're telling me that I'm not fit to take over? That's complete bullshit!" Damon's expression remained calm, but I could see the hint of irritation in his eyes. "Watch your language, Elysia," he said firmly. "You're not doing yourself any favors by acting like this." I didn't care. I was too angry to care. "You know what, Damon? Screw you!" I spat, my voice rising with each word. "Screw you and your stupid mother! She've been trying to steal my company for months, and now you're using my memory loss as an excuse to take it away from me. You've taken over my family's company, and now you are doing this to me as well. Well, I'm not going to let that happen." Helen, who had been standing beside Kylian, stepped forward, her face twisted in anger. "You're lying, Elysia," she said, her voice
Elysia's pov "Take the money and move," he said, his voice shaking. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I took the bag and slowly backed away. The man followed me, his gun still trained on me. As I spun to my right, and I saw his car parked just a few yards away. He motioned for me to follow him, and I complied. We walked in silence, the only sound being our footsteps and the occasional sound of a car passing by. When we got to his car, he opened the trunk and told me to put the bag inside. My hands were shaking as I tried to lift the heavy bag. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I looked down and saw a gunshot wound. I stumbled, trying to stay upright, and the bag fell to the ground. "Come on, hurry up!" he shouted. I struggled to pick up the bag, feeling the blood soaking through my pants. Eventually, I managed to place the bag inside the trunk. I turned to face him, my eyes blurry with tears of pain and fear. But then, something strange happened. The man was lying
Damon's pov My heart skipped a beat as my father rushed into the room with a gun in his hand. I had never seen him so unhinged before, and it scared me. "Father, put the gun down," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "This isn't the way to handle things." But my father was beyond reason. He pointed the gun at Quincy, his eyes blazing with anger. "You'll pay for what your father did to me!" he shouted. I could see the fear in Quincy's eyes as my father took aim, and I knew I had to act fast. I lunged forward, grabbing my father's arm and trying to wrestle the gun away from him. "Stop it, Father!" I yelled. "This isn't the answer!" But my father was too strong for me, and he pushed me away with a fierce shove. I stumbled backwards, watching in horror as he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, and for a moment, everything was still, as my father shot at the roof. I felt sick to my stomach as I realized what had just happened. The board members
Damon's pov It was morning, and Elysia looked radiant as she sat at the breakfast table, sipping her coffee and nibbling on a croissant. But even as I watched her, something nagged at me, deep in my heart. Had she remembered? Had she figured out what I had done? As she rose from the table and headed upstairs to change, I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my anxiety. But when she reappeared, dressed and ready to go, my nerves were still on edge. I tried to put on a brave face as we headed to the living room, where our son Ian was playing with his toys. But I could feel the tension between us, and I knew that something was off. As I settled onto the couch, my phone beeped with a new message. I glanced over the screen, and my heart skipped a beat. It was from Julius, "Quincy Randolph, is at the transportation company, he held an open meeting. Where are you?" My eyes turned red with anger. How dare he? How dare he try to steal my company out from under me? I stood up, my
Elysia's pov As I drove down the road towards the beach Helen had picked, I encountered heavy traffic. The cars moved sluggishly, causing me to feel restless and anxious. I kept checking the time on my dashboard, hoping I wouldn't be too late. Finally, I reached the beach, and as expected, Helen was already there. She had parked her car and was waiting with a big bag by her side. As I parked my car beside hers, I noticed that the beach was empty, with no one around except for us. It was just afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on everything around us. I got out of my car and went over to Helen, feeling curious and a little apprehensive. "Hey Helen," I said, "where are the company documents?" Helen looked at me with a strange expression on her face, and then suddenly went down on her knees. "Elysia," she said, "I can never hand over those documents to you." "What?" I said, feeling stunned. "What are you talking about?" Helen opened her bag, and my eyes
Elysia's pov We were so excited but then, we excitement quickly fades as I realizes that they will need to open the safe. I takes a deep breath and looks at Macy with a worried expression. "I don't know how to open it. Maybe my fingerprint will work?" I suggests, beginning to stamp my fingers all over the safe. Macy shakes her head, "I don't think so, it's probably not set up to recognize anyone's fingerprints but the owner's." My heart sinks as I realizes Macy's words are true. I give up, tears forming in my eyes as I contemplates the idea of forcing a memory I might not even remember. Macy notices my distress and quickly thinks of a solution. "Instead of that, let's try all birthdays. We'll start with your parents and sister, then move on to Kate's brother, Adam, Damon, and Ian." I nods and they begin trying all possible dates, but the safe remains locked. Frustration builds up as they try over and over again. My anxiety worsens with each unsuccessful attempt. Just when we wer
Elysia's Pov "I don't know what you're talking about, Damon," I say, my voice shaking with fear. "Please, you have to believe me." Damon looks intrigued by my denial, and for a moment, I think he might let me go. But then he shakes his head and releases his grip on my arm. "Fine," he says, his voice cold and distant. "Go." I rub my wrist slightly, trying to ease the pain where his fingers had dug in, before turning and walking slowly out of the room. Once I'm outside, I break into a run, my heart pounding in my chest as I race towards my car. I can feel the fear gripping me as I drive out of the villa and onto the street. My hands are shaking on the steering wheel, and I find it hard to catch my breath. As I drive across the bridge, my mind is a blur of emotions - fear, anger, and confusion all mingling together. And then, suddenly, I can't take it anymore. I pull over to the side of the road and jump out of my car, gasping for breath. I stand there on the bridge, the wind whipp
Elysia Pov I felt a lump in my throat, as though I had always suspected that Helen had a wild side, but I didn't want to believe that she would sleep around with anyone. "Do you have any proof?" I asked hesitantly. Macy then said, "Actually, Elysia, you secured pictures of Helen with some guys a while ago. Don't you remember?" I shook my head, feeling a wave of confusion wash over me. "I don't remember that, Macy. You know I lost my memories." Macy sighed and said, "That's right, I forgot. Look, Elysia, let's go to the office tomorrow, and I'll help you go through all the files and paperwork. We'll see if we can find any evidence of what Helen is up to." I nodded slowly, feeling grateful for Macy's help. "Thank you, Macy. I don't know what I would do without you." Macy laughs, "You don't have to thank me, Elysia. We're friends, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what." "Macy, I talked to Helen earlier, and I threatened her. I told her I wanted the company, but she said s