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. . As I regained consciousness, my eyes met a white ceiling, the scent of antiseptic hanging in the air. I winced as I touched the bandage wrapped around my head. “How are you feeling?” Jessie suddenly appeared in my face. “I thought you were going to slip into another coma.” She laughed through her tears, pulling me into a hug. It was the first time I had seen Jessie cry, not even when her fiancé called off the wedding or when her puppy died. I always teased her, saying she must have sold her soul to the devil. “It’s not that easy to slip into a coma,” Logan remarked, entering the hospital room. “How are you feeling?” He gently held my hand. “Other than the throbbing headache, I’m okay.” I smiled weakly. Jessie took my hair in her hand. “Was it that bastard who did this to you?” she asked, her brows furrowed. “Yes,” I admitted, averting my gaze as I brushed back my hair. What could I say? That I had done this to myself? Damon had a way of bringing out the worst in me. If someone had told me I was capable of such rage, I wouldn't have believed them. I giggled at the thought—like I really knew myself. But it made sense. I was always the chaotic child. “Thank God Logan was nearby. Only heaven knows what might have happened otherwise,” Jessie said. I turned to Logan. “Did you see anyone else there besides the man?” I asked. “No, did he have an accomplice?” Logan adjusted himself in the chair. “No,” I replied, my gaze shifting to my palms. I thought I had heard Damon’s voice. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. As I lost consciousness, I believed I was going to die. It made sense that my last memory would be of Damon saving me. A knock on the door caught my attention. “Can I come in?” Zach leaned against the doorway. “I hope Damon didn’t send you,” Jessie said, folding her arms. “Not at all,” Zach said, taking a seat. “Today’s his fiancée's birthday; he’s occupied,” he continued. Zach’s words confirmed that Damon wasn’t there, and it was all in my head. Logan was my savior. “I’m here because Aria is my friend, and I care about her,” he added with a smile that couldn’t have been more fake. Friend? Since when were we friends? Zach turned to Logan and said, “I never knew you were such a good fighter. You knocked the guy out cold,” he said with a sly smile. “I didn’t know you could fight,” I said, turning to Logan. “It was all adrenaline,” Logan replied. Zach scoffed. “Can you describe the man who attacked Aria?” His gaze fixed on Logan as he toyed with his cufflinks. “Why don’t you ask the person who was attacked?” Logan furrowed his brow. “She just woke up; she’s probably too traumatized to talk about it,” Zach said, another cunning smile creeping onto his face. “Do you two know each other?” Jessie asked, sensing the tension between the two men. “No,” they both answered in unison. “The man was huge. He had an X-shaped scar on his face and was missing an eye,” I said. “Do you have any idea who might want to hurt you?” Zach asked. “When did you become a detective?” Jessie snapped. “If there’s anyone who’d want to hurt her, it’s Lucy, that crazy fiancée of his,” she added. “Lucy might be a psychopath, but she’s not.” Zach began. “How can you be sure?” I interrupted. “Because she’s happy with Damon and doesn’t know where you live,” Zach replied. I flinched at the mention of her happiness with Damon. “Have you met anyone new or done anything unusual lately?” Zach asked. My eyes widened. “I was in my hometown—Warwick,” I said. “I met a guy named Tony.” “Does he have a last name?” “Why all these questions?” Logan interjected. “She just woke up and needs time to rest.” Zach ignored him. “You don’t know his last name?” I shook my head. There was no way I would remember. Zach stood up, reaching for his phone and snapping a picture. “Damon must have put you up to this,” Jessie said, sizing him up. Zach leaned in close. “Of course not, love.” He touched her chin. “It’s nice seeing you,” he added with his charming smile. “I... I’m not your love,” Jessie stammered, a blush spreading across her cheeks. As he left the room, Jessie settled into her chair. “Who does he think he is?” I couldn’t help but giggle. The stone-hearted queen was blushing. My mind wandered back to the question: if it wasn’t Lucy, who could it be? I doubted it was Tony. Did he have any reason to want me dead? Forgetting about the bandage on my head, I smacked my forehead and winced. Everything about Damon always seemed to hurt, even his habits. ***** Two days after being discharged from the hospital, I decided to stay with Jessie instead of going home. Adjusting to Jessie's minimalist black decor was challenging. Everything was black, from the walls to the bedsheets. The only bright spots were the early morning sunlight filtering in and a golden frame that highlighted the artwork on the wall. For someone who loves colors, her room felt quite depressing. I studied my reflection in the mirror. I had cut my hair into a bob that ended just above my shoulders—Tony was right; I did love short hair. I picked up my diary from my bag and lay down on the bed. Maybe I could finally find some answers. "Your history book," Jessie said as she emerged from the bathroom, wearing a black robe and drying her hair with a black towel. "Yeah," I replied, staring blankly at the diary, an unsettling feeling forming in my stomach. The past I had been avoiding for the past year was now right in front of me. "You don't have to read it," Jessie said, noticing my discomfort and touching my arm gently. "What do you value most?" I asked her. She looked puzzled for a moment before answering, "Freedom." "I don't know what I value most. I don't have any goals," I said, sitting up and folding my legs under me. Even though I've lost my memory, I can't shake the feeling that I never lived life on my own terms. I also don’t want my mother to wake up and find me the way I used to be—the chaotic Aria. I need to change, but how can I change when I don’t even know who I am? With a deep breath, I opened the diary. "Who writes a diary without dates or years?" "Let me see," Jessie said, taking the diary from me. "Well, it is your diary," she laughed, collapsing onto the bed. Even my diary was chaotic. How was I supposed to figure out when these things happened? “Lemme prepare breakfast,” Jessie said, before leaving the room. I began to read: ‘I want to kill myself.’ I hadn’t even read far, and already, the words hit me hard. Was my childhood really that depressing? Even worse, I had no idea when this entry was written or if it was recent. ‘Today was the worst day of my life. Each day just seems to get worse for me. I was beaten up and locked in the basement—for something that wasn’t even my fault. Ariel and I were preparing for our college exams. Mom had locked us up so we could study for hours, and we did. Well, Ariel did, being the mummy-pleaser she was, always trying to be perfect. Meanwhile, I didn’t care what Mom wanted. I bought a cake and didn’t realize it had peanuts in it. Ariel ate it and had a serious allergic reaction. Everyone accused me of doing it on purpose to sabotage her exams.’ Rubbing my forehead, I sighed. “Mummy-pleaser” didn’t sound like the way I remembered caring for my Ariel in my dreams. A few lines weren’t enough to judge my past self, so I kept reading: ‘My stomach hurts. I’ve barely eaten a decent meal. I just came out of the cellar after two days. The only reason I’m not dead is that Ariel has been secretly sharing her food portions with me. My mom hates me, and I hate her too.’ Tears welled up in my eyes as I read on. My mother had treated me so poorly, beating me and locking me up whenever I failed a test. I was about to close the book, unable to continue, when a line caught my eye: ‘I made a new friend.’ Surprised, I read on. My aunt had always said I had no friends and that no one ever liked me. Curious about this friend, I continued: ‘He’s a neighbor, and he and his brother just moved to town. He has the most charming smile I’ve ever seen, with dark hair and mesmerizing green eyes—‘ My heart started racing as the description matched someone I knew well. I quickly turned to the next page. Time seemed to freeze, my breath growing heavier as I read on: ‘His name is Logan.’ Jessie entered the room. “Logan is in the living room. He’s here to see you.”The toy.“What’s happening?” Jessie asked as she saw the terror in my eyes.I jerked up. “Logan knew me before our first meeting at the wedding.”Her eyes widened as she approached me. “What do you mean?”I picked up the diary from the bed and showed her what I had just read. “Remember when you said something that must have triggered my memory at the restaurant? And I said Logan was the only new thing in my life.”“And I said Logan didn’t strike me as someone who knew you,” Jessie said, sinking into a chair. “Then why is he acting like he’s never met you?” She took a deep breath. “Don’t you think we’re jumping to conclusions here? There are thousands of Logans out there.”“Yeah, and they all happen to have the same dark hair and green eyes?” I retorted, still pacing around the room.“There are more than seven billion people in the world,” Jessie justified.As expected, Jessie was always trying to be logical.Out of frustration, I let out a grunt. “Then explain why my memories started
Lucy pov.I walked into the dining room. The smell of pancakes and orange juice greeted my nose, causing my stomach to rumble. But that wasn’t the only thing I could smell—I could smell pretense.I saw Damon sitting on the table, checking his business stock on his tablet.“Good morning, Love.” I leaned over from behind, caressing his chest, before settling in the seat nearest to him.“Good morning, Love.” He greeted me back without taking his gaze off his tab.I bit my lips as I traced his thighs with my foot, sliding upto his dick beneath his suit trousers.“It’s too early for this.” He replied, his eyes still glued to his tablet.I did it again, accidentally knocking over a glass of juice. The liquid spilled across the table and onto his suit.Damon turned, anger flashing in his amber eyes. "Happy now?" He tried to dab the stain, but it was no use."Well, if you had paid attention to me, this wouldn't have happened." I took the napkin from him, and instead of cleaning the table, I
Toy ..I strode down to the living room, basking in the freshness that comes from taking a shower after a long day at work, holding my diary and a cup of juice. If I’m going to read about my sad past, it’s best to have a cold drink to freeze the pain.I settled on the couch, noting that the monotone furnishing of Jessie’s house was still an eyesore. As I opened my diary, the system buzzed, and Jessie walked in.“Ooooh gosh,” Jessie grunted as she crashed into the sofa.“How’s the planning going?” I asked, sipping from my juice.“Mrs. Brown is the most annoying client I’ve ever had.” Jessie leaned forward. “She doesn’t know what she wants. One moment it’s red roses, the next it’s white lilies,” she rushed, gesticulating with her hands.She suddenly stopped complaining and picked up her phone as it pinged.I chuckled. “What’s that?” I asked, noticing the smile stamped on her face while she stared at her phone.“It’s Zach.” Jessie smiled.My eyes flew wide open. “Wait, Zach? Damon’s Za
The toy..“Jessie!” I called out as I spotted her standing outside the meeting room. The meeting must be over.“You’re late, but I covered for you,” Jessie said.She had left the house before me because she had a project to present.“My car broke down,” I explained. “Thanks so much. What would I do without you?” I smiled, linking my arm with hers as we walked back to our office.As we settled into our seats, which were right next to each other, Jessie’s gaze fell on my bracelet.“Wow, you decided to wear it?” she smiled, drawing a file from her drawer. “I tried to find where you could get it, but it turns out it’s custom-made.” She picked up my arm. “This beauty is one of a kind.”“And it looks so expensive,” I remarked, staring at it intensely.“Hmmm.” She nodded. “And if Logan reacts, it means he’s the one who got it for me,” I added.“I doubt a bartender could afford such a bracelet,” Jessie replied without taking her eyes off her computer.I had been hoping it was from Logan, but
The CEO.."Where did you get this?" Her eyes widened as if she had just seen a ghost. I pulled her closer by the hands, closing the space between us. Her beautiful doe eyes stared into mine, wide and questioning."You gave me the bracelet?" she asked, taking a few steps back.I had given it to Ariel as a gift—a customized piece that was one of a kind. I couldn't fathom how a bracelet that had been with me ended up on Binky's wrist. "If I had given it to you, would I be asking that question?" I replied, my tone harsh. Her eyes reflected fear. "Binky," I said, trying to ease her tension with a smile. "I made it for a friend, but it was stolen." I couldn't bring myself to tell her I had made it for her sister. I hadn’t even mentioned that I knew Ariel, let alone that we had dated. Ariel had said she and her sister were close, but Aria had told me they were never on good terms. I was too excited and happy to see that face to bring up the past."Stolen? Are you kidding me?" She instan
The toy.I slipped into my car, still tingling from his touch—powerful and unforgettable. I could already feel the wetness between my legs. Recalling his fingers tracing my skin, and when his hand brushed my pussy, my body shuddered in pleasure. I subconsciously shut my eyes and tilted my head backwards, savoring the fleeting bliss I had just experienced. My eyes popped open, his voice echoed in my mind, "Now we're even." I scoffed, knowing he sought retaliation. Running my hands through my hair, I grabbed my phone.Me: You might have won the battle, but I’m winning the war.He should enjoy his little victory, cause he’d be the next person left speechless and begging for more. I couldn’t shake off the pleasurable electric thrill coursing through my body, flushing my cheeks. His touch on me like that-it was a first. My phone pinged.Damon: Let’s see how you pull that off.His confidence always amazed me."Did he charm me?" I muttered, chewing my nails.I couldn't understand why
The toy . . “The Logan in your diary is Tony’s older brother.” Jessie giggled hard on the couch, clutching her stomach. “I was right,” we said in unison as I rolled my eyes. I had expected as much from her. “But how could someone have the same features and the same name?” I wrinkled my brows. “You should start listening to me more,” she said amidst her laughter. Her laugh was beginning to grate on my nerves. I was in deep trouble. The only reason I agreed to date Logan was because I suspected him of being the one from the diary and the one who gave me the bracelet—but he was neither. “But why did he react the way he did?” I questioned. “His reaction misled me.” Jessie shrugged. “How do I get out of this mess?” I wondered, sinking my chin into my palm. Jessie stopped laughing and sat up straight. “Just tell him you don’t want the relationship anymore. You’ve changed your mind.” I furrowed my brows. There’s no way I can bring myself to do that, especially after spen
The CEO . . As I walked into Tinkle Jewel Company, clutching the jewelry box in my hands, my presence commanded immediate attention, drawing eyes—especially those of women—with every stride. Ignoring their flirtatious stares, each one begging for attention, I was intent on cracking the mystery of the bracelets. My mind was consumed with two questions: was the other bracelet a convincing fake? And if not, who had purchased one exactly like Ariel’s and why? Each possibility sent a chill down my spine. One of the female employees unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her cleavage, letting her hair fall over her shoulders before trailing behind me. “Good morning, Mr. Wesley,” she greeted, a broad smile playing on her heavily painted red lips. “How can we assist you today?” I turned to her and stared blankly, trying to recall her name. I had seen her many times, and she had introduced herself repeatedly. It's hard to remember her name with that heavy red lipstick on her lips constant