As Neil held Sisi, Alysha felt upset because she knew he was hiding something important.Alysha’s gaze remained on Sisi, watching as her daughter nestled comfortably in Neil’s arms, relaxed and trusting.Even though she had a lot of memories and missing pieces in her mind, she couldn't deny that Sisi seemed at ease with Neil. He must have cared for her and treated her well. But Neil's words left her with new questions, questions that left her feeling as though she were falling through an endless void.Neil’s voice softened, calculated. “You had an accident three years ago. We found you badly injured. And you were already pregnant with Sisi.” He glanced down at the child in his arms, then back at Alysha, his face painted with a careful look of empathy. “In that accident, you lost your memory. You never could tell us who Sisi’s father was. But honestly?” He gave a faint, reassuring smile. “It didn’t matter. You and Sisi have always been our priority.”Alysha took a shaky breath, her min
Seraphina stormed into the villa, her eyes blazing with a barely controlled fury. Sisi, sensing the tension, immediately darted toward Alysha, clutching her mother’s leg with a trembling grip, her wide blue eyes filled with fear. Alysha instinctively placed a protective arm around Sisi, her gaze hardening as she looked at Seraphina. Neil cast his daughter a warning look, but Seraphina ignored him, forcing herself into a stiff, composed stance.“Doctor Arisha Holland,” Seraphina sneered, using the name with a hint of mockery. “May I have a moment with you?”Alysha glanced down at Sisi, who held her even tighter, her little body rigid with fear. Alysha ran a gentle hand over Sisi’s back, whispering softly, “It’s alright, sweetheart.” She looked back at Seraphina, her face impassive. “Yes, of course. Please, go on.”Seraphina’s expression sharpened, her voice cold as she continued, “You’ve already caused substantial damage to our project with your… unfortunate setbacks. Because of you, w
Alysha’s vision blurred, her chest tightening as if she’d just been punched. Her name is Cyndra? She’d lost not only her daughter’s name but her very identity, twisted and manipulated into something unrecognizable. Neil’s calm, controlled words were like a series of slaps, each revelation colder than the last.“She… she’s mine,” Alysha managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. “I don’t care what documents you forged. She’s mine.”But Neil’s expression didn’t waver. He tightened his grip on Sisi’s small hand, his face unreadable as he responded. “I’ve raised her. I’ve provided for her. I’ve kept her safe. And as far as the law is concerned, she’s my daughter, not yours. You may have given birth to her, Alysha, but she belongs to me.”Alysha’s hands trembled, rage and despair swirling in her chest as she met Neil’s cold gaze. She wanted to scream, to tear away the facade he’d built and reveal the truth. But she knew she had to stay calm, had to think carefully. One wrong move, and h
As fatigue set in, she collapsed, her fingers loosing their grip on her head. There was rage bubbling beneath the surface when they did this to me. Neil, Seraphina—all of them—they had erased her past, cut her off from her own life, her own daughter. They’d stolen her memories, her identity, and in its place, left her tangled in their lies.But when Alysha sat there and breathed heavily, she felt a strong determination inside her that she hadn't felt before. She wouldn’t let Neil control her forever. She would find a way to break through this fog and uncover every piece of her past that they had taken from her. She would reclaim herself—and her daughter.Slowly, she pushed herself up, her hands steadying her on the edge of the sofa as she forced herself to stand, the weight of her determination fueling her. They might have taken her memories, but they hadn’t taken her will.Alysha’s gaze fell on the newspaper, her eyes catching the image of Ivan Anderson Suegra. The headline seemed t
“Hear me out, Charles,” Andrine continued, her voice steady, her gaze fixed on him with a seriousness that belied her age. “The Holland family is playing a massive game. They’re using my sister and niece as pawns to secure their position in it, and I don’t think you fully understand the scope of it yet.”Charles nodded, his expression focused, waiting for her to continue.“You’ve heard about the project, right? The Neuron Medicine Project?” she asked, watching him carefully.“Yes,” Charles replied, “I reviewed everything I could find. The research is groundbreaking. It could change the landscape of neural treatments. What they’ve developed—it’s incredible.”“Right,” Andrine said, a trace of a smirk lifting the corner of her mouth, her eyes gleaming with a hardened intelligence. “And this incredible project is worth billions. And not just to the medical world, but to the military. It’s not just a treatment, Charles. It’s a weapon. A medical weapon.”Charles’s mind raced, his eyes widen
“Call it what you want,” Andrine replied, her voice softening but turning serious. “The point is, Charles, if we’re going to stop the Hollands from reproducing this medicine, then they need to know they’ll have to pay for it. Alysha deserves every cent they’ve robbed from her, and if I have to be the one to negotiate it, then I’ll make sure they never get away with it.” She met his gaze, unwavering, and Charles felt a newfound respect settle in.“All right, Andrine,” he said, nodding firmly. “Let’s make it happen. For Alysha—and for that commission of yours.”Charles watched Andrine closely, his gaze sharp as he spoke. "Do you know the Suegra family?"The moment the words left his mouth, Andrine’s face went pale, the color draining from her cheeks as if he’d struck a nerve. Her bold, unshakeable demeanor vanished in an instant, replaced by a flicker of something else—fear, perhaps, or a buried memory resurfacing too fast to hide.She quickly turned her head, avoiding his gaze, but Cha
Alysha sat at the desk in the villa, surrounded by a sea of project documents, files, and research notes. The weight of her work, the endless formulas and analyses, should have consumed her attention, but her mind was somewhere else entirely. She couldn’t focus, couldn’t even begin to make sense of the data before her. Her thoughts circled back to one thing: Sisi.She clenched her hands, her fingers digging into the edges of a file, her heart aching as she whispered, “My Sisi… my daughter.” The words hung in the empty room, a reminder of everything she’d lost, everything that had been stolen from her.Neil had taken Sisi, and with her, the one light Alysha had in this cold, tangled mess of memory and betrayal. She couldn’t shake the image of her daughter’s innocent face as she’d looked up at her, her small hands reaching out for her. Every instinct Alysha had screamed to protect her, to keep her close. And now Sisi was gone, taken from her by Neil’s smooth lies and cold control.Alysh
Alysha leaned back in the chair, her vision blurring as tears spilled down her cheeks. The memory of Sisi’s sweet voice, her bright giggle, her innocent face as she called out “Mommy,” played over and over in her mind like a haunting melody. The ache in her chest grew sharper, deeper, with each thought. How was it possible that her own daughter could feel so close yet be so far out of reach?Her gaze fell on the newspaper lying open in front of her, Ivan’s face staring back with that intense, piercing expression. Ivan Anderson Suegra. The name, the face—both pulled at her, stirred something inside her that she couldn’t place. But there was something there, a connection she couldn’t deny. It felt too strong to ignore, yet it remained just out of reach, slipping through her grasp like sand.Who is he to me? she thought, frustration mingling with the grief. She hated the gap in her memory, hated the fog that kept her from understanding who this man was, why he seemed so familiar. And Sis