For someone who nearly dies because of an accident that wipes the memories of her 23 years of existence - the only thing that Sammia Avileigh can do is to depend on everything that her family told her. With the help and support from them, she did her best to live a normal life. She follows everything that her parents told her about who she was, what she likes, what she does, what she wants, what's her favorite, how she dresses, what she hates, and what she's not good at. A year later, she finally recovers, she's happy with her life despite forgetting those memories that define her. But her almost perfect life turns upside down when she saw a strange note on the empty abandoned room on the back of their house. 'Aliano Silvanus Rivvero, you need to kill him. Remember that.' What does the note mean? Why does she feel like it is connected to her? And if that's the case- why would she kill the man she is bound to marry? The man that she really likes, according to her parents? They say a memory can be a star or a stain, and Sammia Avileigh didn't know that the latter defines her lost memories. And that's, what they will never let her know...
View MoreWhat is the simple and peaceful kind of life? I wasn't sure, honestly. The moment I woke from a coma not remembering anything even my name- that's when I lost to define what does life is all about. I don't know anything about myself and that feeling is sucks. Every day of my life- it feels like I am on a guessing game trying to get familiar with the things around me.But for a year, not even just once I feel familiar with the things my family told me except Silvanus Rivvero. Of all the things they told me I used to do, of all the people they introduce me that I knew, only Silvanus Rivvero- he's the only person I felt familiar with.Despite being a stranger to myself, I thought that will be alright. I have a very supportive family. A loving mother, a cool father, and a very overly protective brother. They taught me everything about myself. I thought that will be alright. I thought that is enough for me to live a simple and happy life. I thought I wouldn't need my memori
"Should I sign it now?" I ask with a smile.Surprise is evident in their faces as they look at me with wide eyes and parted lips. I smile even more hiding the disappointment in my eyes. I try to look happy, excited and cheerful as much as possible to make it believable that I am not against to it. I already decondition myself with the choices they given to me. I already created a list of counter measures in every situation that might possible to happen and this is one of it- forcing me to marry Silvanus Rivvero in a nice way they could.There's no point of saying no. For a year depending myself with everything that they told me, I learn to know what to do and not. Saying 'no' is not acceptable for them. I need to be the daughter they wanted me to be, I need to be someone they expecting me to be. They are the one who limit me, this house limits me. And I am taking a break from it by marrying Silvanus Rivvero. Perhaps I could figure out which one is real and not about my
He misses me? But I don't feel the same way. He looks familiar but I can't seem to find the emotion of longing for him. I didn't misses him even just a bit, and that's weird... everything feels weird when it is all about Silvanus."Miss Avi,"I stop walking and glance at Morgan who has been following me around. I know my eyes are void with emotions, because, I don't know what to feel anymore. I am confuse with myself, to the things around me, the things that I know and the things that I am feeling. My emotions these pasy few days clash back that I couldn't get a grip of it. Sometimes, I was not sure if my emotion are still genuine or it is also just part of the things that I believe."You're spacing out Miss" Morgan points out when I didn't say anything.It's more than two hours now since Silvanus left. I told him to use the car since he ask the Rion guy to drive his car for the sake of sending me home. I am not sure if he did listen to me because I didn'
I uncomfortably settle myself on the passenger seat cautious with my move while observing Silvanus' movement on the backseat who's arranging the grocery bags. I creased my forehead when I saw him pull out his phone inside the pocket of his jeans and type something on the screen followed by his hiss."You don't need to send me home," I utter hesitantly.But his forehead suddenly creased tilting his head to look at me. I gulp with his stare, mentally scolding myself for being nosy."I am not asking your permission, woman" he bit out.He raised his brows as if he's flaunting the sarcasm in his face when I look at him in disbelief."So you will drive us home?" I can't help to fire out again.I mean, my driver drove us here. And he's actually standing outside the car waiting for my instructions. So basically, I don't need Silvanus to send me home because I have my driver with me. That's what I'm trying to point out."I will drive you home"
"What are you doing here?" He asks roaming his eyes around "Are you with someone?"His deep forest green eyes shifted back to me. He's a bit suspicious as if I did something wrong. I creased my forehead because of that. I can't find a reason of explaining myself to him. We're not even close- or maybe we are but that was before when my memories are still intact. Things are different now, much more different from what he anticipated from me. And that is because of the accident.Everything change. If he made a promise before to me that doesn't mean I'm still holding to that until now. Maybe yes- but that was before the accident happen. Because I realize now that it's not easy to put things back in their right places. I felt like that I am not the old me because I am different from what my parents describe.I mentally sigh, "I am with Morgan,"His brows furrowed "Morgan who?"I was about to reply when suddenly Morgan called me from behind."Miss
They say some people lie for the sake of someone. But for me, it's not always for their 'sake', sometimes it is to keep them in the dark. There are no such things as white lies, that hypocrisy never exists because all lies are dark. It will always keep you in the dark no matter what kind of lie it is."You disobey me?" Mom mumbles in disbelief while holding the note with her shaky hands.I breathe, looking at her with my serious face."Did you lie to me?" I retorted."Sammia Avileigh!" Dad called me in a hard tone of voice.He sound displeased maybe because he found my tone rude. This is the first time I use an accusing tone at my mother. The first time I question the things that they told me."I want to know what's with that note Mom," I said firmly not planning to back out.I already started it, I won't return to my room not unless they explain it all to me. She even lies about that abandoned room. She said it was empty even before
"I never claimed that I know everything" I retorted although it's already late to say that because Akihiro is not in front of me anymore.I did not know what he's trying to imply with those hinted lines. Perhaps it was just his way to stirred my thoughts- but whatever it meant, I don't have much time to decipher it. What's important right now is my mother. I need to talk to my parents.I don't like Akihiro in the first place and I think the feeling is mutual, we don't really get along. But of course, both of us were constrained to be reasonably polite and respectful to each other. He's enduring my stubbornness because of my brother and I am trying my best to be casual for the sake of my mother and my recovery as well.I sigh mentally clutching the fabric of my blanket. I lean my back on the headrest of the bed waiting for my mother to come inside my room. I am expecting that my father is with her too. Alexander my brother is not here, he's been so busy lately at
"Are you crazy?" I blurt out showing him my disgusted face. Does he think that I am just a figment of his imagination? Or does he think that I am someone who's just pretending to be Sammia? A single laugh escapes my lips while watching him giving me a sharp stare. I shake my head and cross my arm not wanting to be intimidated by him. This man is naturally intimidating in that he doesn't need to talk nor creased his forehead just be look rugged and rough. Everything about him screams with masculinity. His hard structure and tall powerful frame is hard to ignore- it feels like it's belittling me. He's too manly in my eyes that even he's giving me a threatening and stern look still I am praising him non-stop. "Why does everyone so surprise that I am Sammia?" I can't help to ask when he didn't say anything. "I am not surprised" he sternly corrected me "I am frustrated that you become-" he pauses and his brows furrowed while scanning me from head to toe an
My face went stoic with what he said and immediately push him away from me. A mocking grin plastered on his lips and I don't like the way he looks at me. His tall powerful frame is really manly that he needs to lower his head just to level my height. His handsome face is not new to me anymore, I already saw him in the picture. What I didn't expect from him is his arrogant attitude. How did I like this man? Aside from his looks, I don't think there is anything adorable about him. "You're flustered" he chuckles lowly "Almost the same reaction when you were just a kid" "I am not a kid anymore" He smirks "Oh sure you're not. I know you are more able to do adult stuff now" I creased my forehead. Is it I or there is really a secret message behind 'adult stuff' that he's talking about. "So innocent my sweet Sammia" he murmured grinning from ear to ear. I press my lips together. I couldn't find his humor funny. I think he's taunting me because
Telling the truth is much easier than telling a lie. Once you tell the truth, you don't need to memorize a line, you don't need to memorize a made-up story. But why do people still choose to lie? When they already know that secrets always come out, lies will always reveal by the truth. No matter how careful you are, you will still get caught. What you kept in darkness, will always unveil by the light.My grip tightens on the knife I'm holding, and I slowly lift my gaze, staring myself into the full-length mirror inside my room. A creep smile form on my lips seeing the blood-stained on my right cheek.They say people are born good or evil. But little did they know that people can be both good or evil..."He has arrived," informed by someone that I really know, behind me.My eyes went cold and my feet find their way towards the balcony. I open the glass door and the cold night breeze welcomes me. My ears suddenly become sensitive to the sounds of nature mad...
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