All Chapters of Mistaken For The Billionaire Lost Lover : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lena pov I stared out the window, my breath fogging the glass. I thought of what my past life was like, was I happy, was I sad? What kind of a person was I? What kind of marriage was my home, what about my friends and families? Nothing was hiding up, the more I try to think, the more I feel a sharp pain from my head. My gaze drifted to the note that my husband had earlier brought. I slightly opened it and read through it. The note; Hey wifey, I know this is going to be a very difficult time for you but just know that I will go through this phrase with you. You don't really need your old memories, we can always create new ones. Sending you all the love: your husband, Leo. Why does he keep saying that I don't need my old memory? Was my life that bad, did I do something in past that's not worth being proud of. With a deep breath, I turned away from the window. The future, uncertain and full of possibilities. It was time to embrace the the unknown, the accept the new me, but I

Lena's heart pounded in her chest as she gazed into Leo's eyes. His gaze was intense, his voice filled with a sincerity that resonated deep within her. He spoke of a love lost, a life shattered, and a future that could be theirs once again. Her mind, still clouded by the fog of memory loss, yearned for connection, for a sense of belonging. Leo offered her a lifeline, a chance to reclaim a past that was now shrouded in mystery. "I don't know what to believe," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. Leo took her hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "You don't have to know everything right now, . Just trust me. Trust us." A glimmer of hope ignited within her. Perhaps, just perhaps, he was telling the truth. With a hesitant nod, she agreed to give him a chance. After all, what did she have to lose? Her past was gone, and her future was uncertain. But with Leo by her side, she dared to hope for a new beginning. ~Leo pov Oliv has done an excellent job for Lena to agree to d

The brushstrokes echoed through the quiet room, a stark contrast to the chaos within Lena's mind. A persistent headache pulsed behind her temples, a constant reminder of the lingering fog that clouded her memories. She dipped her brush into the vibrant hues of paint, the colors a stark contrast to the greyness that seemed to permeate her existence. As she painted, a strange sensation washed over her. A flicker of recognition, a distant memory, teased at the edges of her consciousness. She paused, her hand hovering over the canvas. A vivid image flashed before her eyes: a sun-drenched garden, a child's laughter, and a warm embrace. The image was fleeting, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. A wave of confusion and frustration swept over her. She tried to grasp the elusive memory, but it slipped through her fingers like sand. She closed her eyes, hoping to recapture the fleeting moment, but the harder she tried, the more elusive it became. The headache intensified, a sharp

Lena pov I sat by the window, my gaze lost in the distant horizon. As I stared out, a wave of memories washed over me. Yesterday was full of confusion, everyone were acting strange and weird. I need to make things clear for myself, I want to see that sweet boy face again. I proceeded to the other room to paint. The room became empty. Where is it? Everything was here just yesterday, who took them out. I rushed out of the room, heading to the only place I can find Oliv, the garden of course. “I can't find any of it. Where did it go.” I asked. “What are you talking about?” oliv asked. “My painting tools, can't find them anymore.” “Have you checked the room carefully.”oliv asked acting nonchalant. “Yes, everything is gone.” “Well, I believe you already know what that means.” “I don't understand what it means.” I replied looking confused and angry. “I'm going to help you recover your memories, I will help you with anything you want, but, I have my conditions.” oliv

Lena and Oliv moved silently through the direction Peter had given to them, he had to stay back to avoid drawing Leo's attention but they knew it was risky for him to stay back, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had to escape, to find safety before Leo arrived. Lena and Oliv moved through the shadowed corridors. Leos mansion once a glided cage, now felt like a perilous labyrinth, every rustle of the wind, sent shivers down their spines. Suddenly a figure emerged from the darkness. It was a man, his face obscured by shadows. But his voice, deep and reassuring, held a familiar undertone. “This way”, he whisperd, his eyes gleaming with a strange intensity. Lena recognized the voice but there was no time for confirm or clear her doubt. “You finally changed your mind to follow us.” Oliv said in believe that it was Peter. The man nodded, his eyes fixed on the exit. I have seen what Leo has become, I can't allow him hurt you any further.” With a newfound hope, Lena