Chapter 3: BACHELORETTE PARTY BURSTED.

SAN FRANSISCO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - 2 DAYS TO THE WEDDING.

As she glided through the airport doors, a collective gasp echoed through the bustling terminal. Heads turned, eyes widened, and jaws dropped in unison.

Her raven hair fell to her lower back like a beautiful waterfall, with slight strands, falling down her heart-shaped face. Her porcelain skin looking smooth and unblemished, seemed almost ethereal in the fluorescent lighting. Her lips were painted in a deep crimson red, her face looking like she was aware of the commotion she was causing 'That was what she loved...beauty causing commotion.'

Her slender figure, draped in a tailored, ivory coat, exuded classic sophistication. The fitted garment accentuated her curves, showcasing a silhouette that seemed chiselled from the pages of a 1950s fashion magazine. A delicate silver necklace graced her neck, drawing attention to her graceful collarbone.

As she moved through the crowd, her stiletto heels clicked on the polished floor, leaving a trail of mesmerized onlookers in her wake. The rustle of her coat and the soft sway of her hips hypnotized those who crossed her path.

Time seemed to stand still as she glided across the terminal, a true movie star entrance that commanded attention and admiration. The classic beauty had landed, and the airport was forever changed in that instant.

"Hey bitch." The 26-year-old beauty, Jessa Reid, the only daughter of the mayor of San Francisco said into her phone, as men in black overall helped her into the luxury car, which was brought to the airport for her use by her rich father "Guess where I am?" She asked, sipping from her cup of Iced cappuccino, with her leg elegantly crossed.

"I was happy you wouldn't be coming, you just broke my heart even more." The voice on the other end was laced with sarcasm.

"Am here to make you bachelorette party wild baby, wait for me, here I come." Jessa cheered.

"It's just two days to the wedding, just go back to where you came from, bachelorette party in just three days?? I am busy, picking out a dress already."

"Be ready, am bringing my hoodlums." A naughty smile on Jessamine's lips, before she hangs up.

NIGHT.

Charvie stood before the vanity mirror, looking stunningly hot in a fitted red dress that accentuated her curves. The dress hugged her body tightly, showcasing her voluptuous figure. The swell of her chest strained against the sleeveless dress, drawing attention to her ample cleavage. Her reflection gazed back at her, radiating confidence and sensuality.

Her phone began ringing on her dressing table "I am ready." Charvie said into the phone.

In the next minutes, a small nightclub in San Francisco was blowing flames, as cheers filled the air.

A veil covered Charvie's hair, as the ladies inside the club, and her crazy best friend Jessa made her dance like she had never done before.

The club's light was directed mostly at Charvie, as the wild Jessa cheered for her to go on "Dance like it's going to be your last fvcking time on earth baby, this is your chance to enjoy your days of not being someone's for life property." Jessa yelled at the top of her voice, as she doused herself with a bottle of blood mary, staining her revealing yellow outfit.

Charvie body moved in rhythm to the DJ's infectious beats, twerking and whining her waist when necessary, until she felt a strong arm, pressed tightly around her waist, and she was pulled into a rock-hard chest, getting rocked by something hard and weird, and the cheers went on.

"Rock her so damn bad, hard and wild," Jessa yelled, and Charvie got a whiff of what was going on when she got carried up with ease. Her eyes widened in shock to see a strange naked burly guy, holding her to his waist "Oh my goodness, I thought guys were exempted! what the hell Jessa?" Charvie screamed as she punched this stranger's chest to let her go.

"Isn't he sweet, look at the anaconda under him, it gonna rock your world baby." Jessa teased, still dancing.

"Put me down I am done with this," Charvie demanded, her anger evident, the strange dude obligingly set her down, before walking away, covering the v-shaped place, as the ladies around swan over him, leaving Charvie fuming.

"Hey, I hate that face, I was just trying to make your bachelorette party a memorable one." Instead of holding a look of remorse, a naughty smile, played on Jessa's lips.

"Gosh!" Charvie rolled her eyes, before she suddenly widened it back, pronouncing a louder "Gosh!!!! Gosh gosh gosh...."

"What?"

"I made a huge mistake, I forgot something big." Charvie's eyes still widened in horror, as she began pulling off her veil, and her heels, pulling down her blonde hair which was packed in a ponytail before.

"Tell me what is wrong?" Jessa asked again, but before Charvie could reply, Charvie had hurriedly run away from the scene like she was being chased.

"You haven't even unwrapped your gifts yet!!!" Jessa yelled.

MEXICO...

In a large room of a hospital, were three people, two power people, and a doctor.

"What is happening to him?" A deep voice echoed in the room, as the doctor watched the man on the hospital bed, constantly shaking his head.

Just as Cruz was regaining his memories, a sudden surge of pain shot through his head, like a sharp needle piercing his brain. He winced, his eyes watering from the intensity.

The doctor rushed to his side, concern etched on her face. "What's happening? Why is this happening?"

Cruz gritted his teeth, his vision blurring. "It... damnit, st..op"

The TMS machine beeped erratically, its readings spiking wildly. The doctor quickly shut it down.

"We need to stop the treatment," she said, her voice firm but worried. "Whatever is blocking his memories is too strong. We can't force it."

Cruz slumped back, his memories slipping away once more. He groaned in frustration, the pain subsiding but the frustration lingering.

"What do we do, if we can't force it, we need these fvcking hidden memories to solve these complications.." the man standing beside the doctor said, deep lines forming on his forehead.

"We need a natural boot, something or someone from his past, that would bring his memory back, and it doesn't seem like this is the first time he has lost his memory, it's getting complicated for me too." The doctor said, with sweets on her forehead, even with the cool air in the room.

"Let's go back to San Francisco Frost," Cruz said.

SAN FRANSISCO » BRYAN HAYES MANSION.

A blush stood on Charvie's beautiful cheek, as she walked into the large door of the living room, the dark interior welcoming her, as she held a cake in her hand, trying to hold a bright smile.

'How could she have forgotten, it was her sweet fiance's birthday today, all because of a wedding gown and bachelorette party.'

But she stopped for a while when a familiar scent reached her nose 'Why does this place smell like Isa?' she pouted 'Anyone can wear Isa's perfume.' she assured, contemplating if she should turn on the light, even though she wanted to make it look like a surprise, but she didn't, because she could still see perfectly with the little light passing through the large window.

She took the stairs, going to his room, tip-toeing as gently as she could, holding the cake like a fragile egg, as she pushed the strands of hair locks which had fallen to her face back.

She stopped on the eighth stairs to Bryan's room, when she saw something black on the stairs, picking it up, and it turned out to be a thong, her heart skipped a beat, and a frown on her face, before she tossed the thong away, carefully placing the cake on the stairs, as she took the stairs left to his room.

Getting to Bryan's room corridor, her ear picked strange noises coming from the door feet away from her, and her fist clenched tightly, as she began taking slow steps, towards the large door, tears etched on her eyes, hoping for the worst.

With a deep breath, she steeled herself for the devastating truth that awaited her on the other side of the door.

As she reached the door, her hand hesitated on the handle. She felt like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into an abyss of heartbreak. Her mind raced with thoughts of denial, of excuses. But the sounds from inside the room were unmistakable.

With a deep breath, she pushed open the door. The scene before her was like a punch to the gut. Bryan, her fiancé, her soulmate, was entwined with her sister, Isabella, their bodies wrapped in a passionate embrace. The cake she had bought, as a pure reminder of the love she had for him, now lay forgotten on the stairs, a bitter reminder of her blindness.

Her eyes met Bryan's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the truth hanging in the air like a challenge. Her sister's eyes darted towards her, a mix of guilt and defiance. The room seemed to spin around her, and she felt like she was drowning in a sea of betrayal.

The words that came out of her mouth were barely audible, a mere whisper. "How could you?" Still trying to come to terms with what was going on.

Her heart felt stiff like it was being pulled from within. Her world had been shattered, her trust broken, her heart left in tatters.