Elizabeth The common room hums with a low murmur of voices, the occasional scrape of a chair against the tile floor, the shuffle of slippers as patients wander aimlessly.I sit in the corner, book in hand, though I haven't turned a page in the last ten minutes. My eyes skim over the words, but I don’t absorb them. I’ve learned to pretend—pretend to be cooperative, pretend to trust Dr. Maggie, pretend I’m nothing more than ‘Jane,’ a quiet, submissive patient who no longer questions why she’s here. But I’m not Jane. And I’ll never be. The moment I let my guard down, the moment I stop pretending, they’ll make sure I never leave this place. So I wait. I watch. I listen. Then, something changes. A commotion stirs outside the common room. Footsteps—urgent, heavy. Voices, low but firm. I lift my head. Across the room, Dr. Maggie storms in, her face pale, eyes darting around like she’s expecting someone to jump out and grab her. “Come with me, Jane. Now.” Her voice is sharp,
ElizabethThe rain pounds against the thin metal roof, a steady, hollow drumming that fills the silence of my tiny prison. I sit on the edge of the creaky cot, rubbing my swollen stomach, tracing slow, absentminded circles over the taut skin. My body aches in ways I never thought possible, my back throbbing, my ankles swollen, my ribs feeling like they are being pried apart from the inside. Eight months—no, almost nine—I’ve spent locked away, hidden from the world, and the weight of my confinement presses down on me like a stone. Have I ever done this before.. I don’t know anything… Is anyone still searching for me? Is anyone still thinking of me at all?I used to believe that if I held on if I obeyed, someone would come. But time has stretched thin, my hope unraveling with each passing day. No one has come. No one has saved me. And now, I wonder if my child—this innocent life inside me—will ever know anything other than this cold, empty room.A girl or a boy? I don’t know. Dr. M
ElizabethPain.That’s the first thing I feel when I wake up. A deep, gnawing ache radiates through my body, searing, unbearable. My eyelids feel too heavy, my limbs like lead. My head throbs, my throat is dry. The sterile scent of antiseptic and something faintly metallic lingers in the air.Where am I?My breath comes in shallow gasps. I try to move, but the agony shoots through me, pinning me down. A shadow looms above me, a man in scrubs. He’s speaking, but the words are muffled, floating just beyond my comprehension.“Miss? Can you hear me?”I try to focus, blinking against the harsh hospital lights. The room is full of people, doctors, nurses. I hear the steady beep of a monitor beside me. Another voice, softer but urgent.“Miss, do you know your name? Do you know where you are?”My name? My mind is blank, empty. It’s like grasping at smoke.I don’t answer. Instead, I reach down, my trembling hand brushing over my stomach. A sudden wave of terror grips me.“My baby,” I choke out
ElizabethThe sun is just beginning to set, casting warm golden light through the hospital window when Michael walks in. His smile is easy and genuine, the kind that could put anyone at ease. I look up at him from where I sit, cradling my son in my arms, and offer a small, hesitant smile in return."Jane," he says, his voice soft. "I spoke to the doctors. They're ready to discharge you and the baby."I tense at his words. I should be happy, relieved even. Instead, I feel an overwhelming sense of dread. I have nowhere to go, no idea who I am or what waits for me outside these sterile white walls. I look down at my son, his tiny fingers curled into fists, his chest rising and falling with each small breath."That's good news," I murmur, but my voice lacks conviction. "I just... I don’t know where to go."Michael steps closer, lowering himself to sit on the chair beside my bed. He reaches out, hesitating for a moment before taking my hand in his. His touch is warm, and grounding."That’s
ElizabethI'm sitting in Michael’s office, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I type out the last of the emails for the day. The soft hum of the air conditioning fills the room, and for the first time in months, I feel a sense of normalcy. Three months have passed since I gave birth to my son, two months since I took Michael up on his offer to work at his company. Now, I go by Jane, a name that doesn’t feel like mine but has become my reality.Michael is sitting across from me, a pleased smile on his face. “Jane, I have to say, you’re a natural at this. I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up running this company one day.”I let out a small laugh. “Maybe I was a CEO in my past life.”Michael chuckles, shaking his head. “You joke, but I mean it. You’ve adapted so well, and I’m proud of you. You’re not letting fear hold you back.”I meet his gaze and offer a small nod. “I have to create a better life for my son. I won’t let my past—or my lack of memory—define me.”Before Michael can
ElizabethThe city skyline looms ahead, sharp and unrelenting against the gray sky. I stare out the window, watching as we get closer, my hands twisting together in my lap. My chest tightens. Seattle. I haven't been back since that day—since Doctor Maggie led me through the back doors of that hospital, whispering that I had to leave, that I would die if I stayed. Now I'm returning, walking straight into the unknown. Michael glances at me, his hands firm on the wheel. "You're quiet.""I'm thinking.""About turning back?" His voice is light, teasing, but I can hear the worry beneath it. "We don't have to do this today. We can go back, and regroup. Plan better."I shake my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Back where, Michael? That’s your home. I have to fight to get mine back. I need to know what was ripped from me. Who I was."Michael exhales, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I get it. And I'll do everything I can to help you."I turn to him, meeting his gaze. "Why? You'v
ChristopherI step into the house, the warmth from the fireplace barely touching the cold inside me. Agnes and Edward sit near the fire, the soft crackling filling the silence. Celeste walks in behind me, her heels clicking against the polished floors. Things have been good between us lately, better than they’ve been in a long time. Ever since she helped me take back my company, there’s been a strange peace between us. The best news came when Dr. Maggie confirmed Elizabeth was dead. The only downside was that her bastard child died too—the one I had hoped to use as leverage against Sebastian. But no matter. Sebastian ran, tail between his legs, leaving me on top of the world.“Daddy!”Edward’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. He comes running, his little legs carrying him straight to me, his face bright with happiness. I catch him, lifting him into my arms.“How are you, kiddo?” I ask, studying his small face.His eyes gleam. “Is Mummy coming back?”My jaw tightens. I turn my head sli
ElizabethI step back into the hotel room, my legs trembling as I move. My entire body feels weak, like my bones can barely hold me up. Michael is already inside, his face full of concern as he hands me a glass of whiskey."Drink," he urges softly.I take the glass, my fingers barely able to grip it. I bring it to my lips, but I don’t drink. I just stare at the amber liquid, watching the way it swirls in the glass as if the answers to my missing memories are hidden somewhere inside."This is too much," I whisper. "Michael... how could I forget? How could I forget my own child?"Michael sighs, stepping closer, his hands reaching for me but stopping just short of touching me."Elizabeth, listen to me—""How?" I choke out, my breath coming in ragged gasps."How does a mother forget she had a child? What kind of mother does that make me?"Tears rush down my face, hot and relentless. My chest tightens with the weight of grief I can’t even fully comprehend. I picture him—the faceless myster
ElizabethThe air is warm, and the whispers in the wind carry a gentle melody that wraps around me like a soft embrace.It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since the world stopped spinning so fast.A year of peace, happiness, and love. I take a deep breath, letting the warmth fill my lungs, and I can almost forget the pain that once consumed me.My father finally let me leave, and Sebastian had bought us a beautiful manor.He said it was the last thing Sarah had requested before she vanished.So far, she has kept her word and hasn’t returned. I glance around the garden, where flowers bloom in vibrant colors, a stark contrast to the darkness that once surrounded my life.We finally named our son Michael James Valdez, and Edward is more than happy to have two more siblings.The Bell name is nothing but a bad memory now, a shadow that lingers in the corners of my mind.But as I stand here, reading Christopher’s name out loud, I can still feel the pain and anger just below the surface.
Sebastian“Sarah!” I exclaim, the name escaping my lips like a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “So you came here, the last place I saw you before you pretended to be dead.” My voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension. “I did. You’re the only person who knows it, and I knew you would come searching at some point,” she explains, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.I walk over and sit opposite her, the familiar surroundings of the manor bringing back a flood of memories—some good, some painful. “The last time we were here…” she begins, her voice trailing off as she looks around, lost in thought.“You were cheating on me throughout,” I interject, the bitterness rising in my throat.“I was,” Sarah confirms, her gaze unwavering.“Why?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.“I don’t know, Sebastian. I loved Christopher, and I thought you could make me forget him. Turned out I was wrong,” she admits, her voice softening.“You co
SebastianThe sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the ranch as Elizabeth and I sit on the porch. The wooden boards creak softly beneath us, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees.I glance at her, taking in the way the light dances in her hair, and I can’t help but feel a sense of peace, even amidst the chaos that has surrounded us.“I don’t think my father will ever let me leave this ranch again,” Elizabeth says, her voice tinged with frustration.“I know I wouldn’t,” I reply, releasing a long sigh.The weight of everything hangs heavy in the air between us. Things are awkward; the last time we were together, I didn’t know I had a son.When I asked her to marry me, she didn’t give me an answer. Everything has been a roller coaster since then—me being kidnapped, ending up shot and in a coma, and then her being kidnapped and almost dying. It’s been a whirlwind, and I can’t shake the feeling that we’re still caught in the storm.“So, I have a so
ElizabethThe dirt is cold beneath me. My body aches, every breath dragging fire through my chest. But I keep moving. I drag myself forward, inch by inch, the rough ground scraping against my skin. Smoke curls through the air ahead, thick and choking. I can see the commotion now—shadows moving, voices raised. I am so close. My lips part to call out, but the effort is too much. My body gives out. Darkness crashes over me like a wave. And then, through the void, I hear him. “Elizabeth!” Sebastian’s voice cuts through the silence. Desperate. Terrified. A weak smile tugs at my lips. He’s here. They all made it. And Sarah… Sarah actually saved them. The voices grow distant, fading like whispers in the wind. Everything gets lighter, quieter, until there is nothing at all. ……..Warmth surrounds me. Softness cradles my aching body. There is no pain here, only a strange sense of peace. Is this heaven? I inhale slowly, my chest rising with ease. The air smells familiar—clean linen, fr
ElizabethShe looks different. Red hair. Green eyes. Lighter somehow, as if the weight of the past has peeled away all parts that were Celeste. But the anger—oh, the anger—is still there. It simmers beneath her skin, sharp and blistering.Sarah tilts her head, lips curling in amusement."Elizabeth, it seems you are a glutton for punishment." Her voice is the same. Cold. Mocking. A phantom from a life I barely remember. I struggle for breath, my ribs screaming with each inhale. "Well, you look different," I rasp between gasps, my body barely holding itself together. Sarah flicks a strand of red hair over her shoulder, eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Yeah… it felt more like me." She shrugs, as if shedding Celeste—the woman she once pretended to be—was as simple as changing clothes. "Her role was done." She turns her gaze to Christopher, her expression shifting into something darker. "Where have you been, my love?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’ve been looking for y
Elizabeth The stars. They spin above me like scattered jewels in the black sky, swirling and shifting, refusing to settle. My head throbs with a sickening pulse, each beat reminding me of the impact. I try to lift my hand to my temple, but the pain is almost too much to bear. My vision is blurry, and I taste metal on my tongue—my blood. Everything hurts. Everything is wrong. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my mind. The wrecked car door hangs open beside me. My body shakes with every breath I take. The world around me is spinning, but I force myself to focus. I need to move. I need to get out of here. Christopher. I twist my neck, forcing my heavy head to turn, and there he is—slumped over the steering wheel, motionless. His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, but for now, he's still unconscious. Good. I can’t stay here. Not like this. I look around. There’s nothing, just endless darkness around me. But I can’t think about that now. I need to get away. I need to
ElizabethI can see the horror in their eyes. Sebastian. Eric. Detective Adams. They stand frozen, their bodies tense, their hands twitching at their sides as Christopher drags me toward the front door. Detective Adams's gun is steadily pointing at Christopher, but he is frozen in place.Their helplessness is written across their faces, burning into my soul like a scar I will carry forever. Sebastian’s eyes lock onto mine, wide and desperate, pleading for me to hold on, to fight.But I can’t fight. Not with Christopher’s bruising grip digging into my arm, not with his breath hot against my ear as he hisses, one wrong move and your children die. I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as Sebastian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black card. The same card we all know will leave no trace. His hands tremble as he extends it toward Christopher, his fingers curling tightly around it like he wants to crush it into dust instead. "Take it," Sebastian spits, his voice laced with
ElizabethI see an opening. The front door. It’s right there, just a few steps away. If I run now, I might make it before Christopher gets up. But my children. I can’t leave them. I won’t leave them. My heart pounds, my body screaming for escape, but my mind is already made up. I turn, my feet dragging against the floor as I push myself toward the staircase. I need to get to them. I need to make sure they’re safe. I take the first step, my legs burning, my ribs aching from Christopher’s last blow. But then I hear it—movement. “Elizabeth!” His furious scream echoes through the house, slamming into my back like a physical force. My entire body seizes with terror, but I don’t stop.I can’t stop.I push forward, every step feeling like a mile, every breath like shards of glass in my lungs. I can hear him behind me. Fast. Too fast. I force my legs to move, digging deep into whatever strength I have left. Just a little more. Just a few more steps. But then— BANG!The front door fl
ElizabethThe dining table stands between us. My breath is ragged, my pulse wild. Christopher watches me with a twisted smirk, his dark eyes burning with something cruel. The air in the room is thick, suffocating, pressing against my chest like an iron weight. "Where are you running to, Lizzy?" he asks mockingly, tilting his head like a predator cornering its prey. "I'm not running, Christopher," I say defiantly, my voice steadier than I expect. "Then stop." His tone sharpens into a command. "No, Christopher!" I scream, my hands trembling as I glance around, desperate for anything—a weapon, a way out, anything to put an end to this nightmare. "I will not let you leave my children without a mother. Not because you couldn't do better!" Christopher lets out a low, humorless laugh. His fingers twitch at his sides. "You're a menace to me, Elizabeth," he spits. "I married you to make my life better, to make my legacy stronger. But what did I get?" His voice rises, raw with rage. "You d