Chapter: Chapter Hundred and FiveSmall GesturesStefan’s POV~The dinner at Bella’s haunted me for days. Seeing Valenticia with Dimitri, laughing across the restaurant, stirred something I couldn’t shake. Natasha and I barely talked on the drive home; she remained silent as she stared out the window. “That was awkward,” she said finally, her voice tight. “You and Valenticia seemed cozy.”“We were just talking,” I said, gripping the wheel. “Old stories, that’s all.”She nodded, but her arms stayed crossed against her chest. “Felt like more,” she muttered, then dropped it. At home, she went straight to bed, leaving me on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Valenticia’s laugh, the way she smiled at my pizza story, played in my mind. It felt like old times, before Natasha, before the engagement. I wondered if she felt it too, or if I was reading too much into it. Natasha was my fiancée, but that night made me question everything.The next week at work, I noticed small things. During a sensor project meeting at Clawford, V
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Chapter: Chapter Hundred and Four Double Date DisasterValenticia’s POV~Life felt lighter after my dinner with Dimitri. The kiss outside Mario’s lingered in my mind, creating a mix of excitement and caution. I spent my days balancing Clawford’s sensor project and caring for Nana, who was settling into our routine at home. Work kept me busy, the meetings, emails, and production checks, but Dimitri’s texts were a bright spot. “Thinking of you,” he’d write, or “How’s Rosanna?” I’d smile, texting back about my day or Nana’s latest doctor visit. It felt good, like a small step toward something new, though I wasn’t sure what.One evening, as I helped Nana with her tea, my phone buzzed. It was Dimitri. “Hey, Val. Dinner again? Saturday, 7 p.m.? There’s a place called Bella’s, great food.”I hesitated, stirring Nana’s tea. Our last dinner had ended with a kiss, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for more. But talking with him had been easy, and I was curious. “Sounds good,” I texted back. “See you there.”Nana looked up, her
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and ThreeRekindled SparksValenticia’s POV~I drove home from the grocery store, with my mind buzzing after running into Dimitri and his mom. The city lights blurred past as I gripped the wheel, replaying Maria’s unexpected kindness and Dimitri’s awkward smile. It was strange, seeing them after so long, especially with her acting all so nice. Our marriage had been tough, tied to survival during the Galden days, and Maria never warmed to me then. Now, seeing her and her calling me “dear” and Dimitri even asking for my number left me confused. I pulled into my apartment parking lot, grabbed the grocery bags, and headed inside, ready to tell Nana.Nana sat in her armchair in the living room, with a blanket over her lap and a cup of chamomile tea steaming. The TV played a game show on low volume, and she looked up as I set the bags on the kitchen counter. “You’re back,” she said, her voice warm but weak from her cough. “Got my apples?”“Yep,” I said, unpacking the fruit. “And soup stuff. But guess
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and TwoGrocery Run-In Valenticia’s POV~I pushed my cart through the grocery store, with the wheels squeaking on the floor. It was Saturday morning, and I needed to stock up for the week. Nana was home, feeling better but still on her meds, so I wanted to get her favorite soup ingredients and some fresh fruit. The store was busy, with people grabbing items and kids running in the aisles. I checked my list—carrots, potatoes, apples, bread and headed to the section of the store that had those, whilst humming to myself.As I picked up a bag of apples, weighing them in my hand, I heard a familiar voice. “Valenticia? Is that you?” I turned and saw Dimitri, standing by the lettuce stand with his mother, Maria. My heart skipped. I hadn’t seen him since we bumped into each other at Willow Creek when I picked up Nana. His mother held a basket, and he pushed a cart half-full of groceries.“Hi, Dimitri,” I said, forcing a smile. “Maria, good to see you.” My voice sounded stiff, and I gripped my cart
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and OneLingering TensionStefan’s POV~I stood in the bedroom, staring at the folder Valenticia had left on the coffee table. Natasha had handed it to me after her shower, saying, “Valenticia dropped this off. Said it’s urgent for your signature.” Her voice was casual, but I saw a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. My stomach twisted, knowing Valenticia had come to my house last night, seen Natasha in her robe, and left quickly. I wanted to explain, to tell Natasha it was just work, but before I could, she waved a hand.“No problem,” she said, brushing it off. “She looked in a rush. You signing it now?”“Yeah,” I said, opening the folder. The sensor prototype papers stared back, but my mind was on Valenticia—her quick exit, the way she avoided my eyes at meetings lately. Had she seen something in Natasha’s appearance that hurt her? I felt a little bit of guilt, remembering the intimate moment with Natasha last night. We’d kissed, her hands pulling me close, but when I said Valenticia’s name b
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Chapter: Chapter One HundredUnwanted SightValenticia’s POV~I grunted and threw my phone on the passenger seat as I threaded my way through city traffic. Last-minute requests from a client had been approved by Stefan on the sensor prototype, and it was due to come back with his signature in the morning. Shortly before I left the office, I received a call from his secretary, Rachel. “Stefan’s sick at home today,” she said. “He’s not checking his emails, but he has to sign off. Will you leave the papers at his home?”I paused, tightening my hold on the phone. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” I asked.“No,” she said. “The client’s pushing hard. It’s urgent.”“Fine,” I said, hanging up. Just the thought of going to Stefan’s house made my stomach twist. It had been quite awkward since he gave me the news about his engagement to Natasha. Staff meetings involved long stares at one another and forced smiles, and I would make sure never to be alone with him. But he was sick, and this trade was a huge one for Clawford. Al
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Chapter: Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty ThreeElara's POV~His eyes popped out, and tears rolled down his own face. He started reaching for me but stopped, hesitating.I stepped into his arms. I felt an instant release in my chest the second his arms enveloped me. I cried into his chest, and he clamped me in a tight embrace, shivering himself.“I love you,” he murmured into my hair.“I love you too,” I whispered.And then he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was tender, but he poured everything into it, coloring it with pain and forgiveness, love and promise of tomorrow.When we broke away, he rested his forehead on mine. “No more shadows,” he whispered.“No more shadows,” I echoed.We were standing under the tree, holding one another, with the silence of the night encircling us. For what seemed the first time in my life, I allowed myself to breathe.The next days were a whirl of transformation. I finally felt like I could breathe without something heavy pushing down on my chest for the first time in months. Yet, there were wound
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Chapter: Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Two Elara's POV~The weeks dragged on, but the Academy woke up. The halls were noisy, students moving to and fro between classes, healers gliding across the courtyards, teachers’ voices in their classrooms. The silence made heavy by everything that had happened since the baby died started to be lifted, even if only a little.But it didn’t matter how much I lived; the shadow of what had happened never left me. People still whispered. They whispered about Lyra. About me. Of the choice that the elders had made. Some pitied me. Some judged me. I figured out later how to walk past them with my head held up, but every word reached me inside, and they cut deeper than I wanted to admit.The morning of my graduation, I stared at myself in the mirror, Academy robes draped across me. The fabric was heavy across my shoulders, and the color deep, rich. I ran my hands over the front and looked at it. My face appeared pale, but I could see the truth in my eyes. I was tired. I was older on the inside th
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Chapter: Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty One Elara's POV~The day began like any other. I had slipped into the garden to rest under the tree in the hope of pausing currents within me. I’d been awake through most of the night, hearing my mother’s warning spin in my mind, and its weight kept me agitated.There was a sound of footsteps as someone approached. I turned and saw Damien. His eyes appeared dark, his shoulders were set, and his jaw was hard.“Elara,” he’d said, his voice low and urgent. “I need to speak with you. Alone.”Something in me froze. I nodded and stood on my feet, dusting my hands. Trust me, my heart was beating faster as he led us to a quiet spot in the garden.“What is it?” I said, attempting to keep my tone even when I already knew none of it was small.Then he looked at me, and our eyes locked. “I can’t hide this from you for a moment longer. I’ve tried, but I can’t.”My stomach twisted. “What do you mean? Damien, you’re scaring me.”He balled his fists, took a deep breath and said the words I had been avoi
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Chapter: Chapter Two Hundred and SixtyDamien's POV~That night, I dreamt again.I was standing on the road where the vultures used to hang out. Their black remains still covered the ground, wings wide and dead, just as before. But then, one by one, they stood up. With one motion, they turned their heads, and their lifeless black heads turned to me. My chest grew tight. I wanted to get up, but my legs were weighted down with fear.My own wolf rumbled around uneasily, and I heard him. The vultures did not come nearer. They only watched, waiting.And then I saw her emerge from the shadows. Jasmine. She emerged slowly, her face pale, cradling the baby against her chest. In this dream, the baby was alive, its small hands curled, its eyes shone. But Jasmine couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and she looked sad and mad.I took a step forward. “Jasmine…” My voice cracked.She shook her head slowly. “You know the truth, Damien. Say it… before it takes her life.”Her words sliced me, and I felt the ground shaking underneath my feet. I
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Chapter: Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty NineDamien's POV~I couldn’t stay calm any longer. My wolf growled each time Lyra found herself close to Elara. It was not an ordinary warning growl; it was unsettled, furious, and almost panicked.She’s guilty, my wolf whispered over and over. She’s the one. Keep her from harming Elara.But I couldn’t. I was trapped. Her threat was my constant companion in my thoughts, the same words that she had hurled at me with that cold smile, ‘Speak and she dies.’The more I didn’t want to think about it, the worse it got. It hurt my chest every time Elara looked at me with trust in those blue eyes of hers. My stomach writhed every time she leaned on me for protection. I felt like a coward. A wolf fit not to even stand in her shadow.I tried to work out that day, thinking perhaps it would help clear my head. I arrived at the practice field with the sun still rising. It was an empty field and silent for me and the row of wooden dummies.I moved to another combat stance and hit. My fists collided wit
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Chapter: Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty EightElara’s POV~My dreams were weird, never normal; it was as if I were awake in them.I looked up at Jasmine, who was now staring down at me. Her face was pale. Her baby was in her arms. The child was alive, smiling, with little hands reaching out.I froze, my chest tight. “Jasmine?” My voice shook.She nodded slowly, her eyes fixed with mine. She whimpered, “Protect her… protect yourself. Your sister is no longer your sister.”My heart was throbbing so hard I could hear it in my ears. Frustrated, I came forward to inquire about it. “What do you mean? Jasmine, what are you saying? My sister…”She shook her head, with tears in the corner of her eyes. “You need to stop denying it, Elara. Before it’s too late.”The baby in her arms let out a chuckle. The dream began to spin out of focus, and Jasmine’s body began dissolving into blackness.I gasped and woke up. It was dark in my room, and the air was cold. My nightgown stuck to me, drenched with sweat. I felt my heart beating against my che
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Falling for my Billionaire Ex Again!
I stepped inside the office and sat before the doctor. But my thoughts suddenly drifted.
"Mr. Blackwood?" The doctor’s voice pulled me back to the present.
"How is she?"
The doctor sighed, flipping through Natalie’s chart before meeting my gaze. "She suffered a severe head trauma. We managed to stabilize her, but…" He hesitated.
My stomach twisted. "But what?"
"She has retrograde amnesia. Right now, her memory is… fragmented. From what we’ve assessed, she doesn’t recall the last five years."
Ethan froze. "How do you mean, five years?"
"She believes it’s still 2018. In her mind, she’s still your wife."
The words punched the air from my lungs. Still my wife.
"This kind of memory loss can be temporary or permanent—we can’t say for sure. She may recover bits of it over time, or it may come back all at once." The doctor’s gaze softened. "It’s important, Mr. Blackwood, that no one tries to force her to remember anything. Pushing her could make things worse, even more dangerous."
I swallowed hard, my pulse roaring in my ears. Five years of pain, five years of regrets—wiped away.
"Can I see her?"I pleaded.
The doctor hesitated before nodding. "Go easy on her....And Mr. Blackwood?"
"Stay strong."
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Five years ago, Natalie Elise Blackwood walked away from her husband, Ethan Blackwood. After discovering his betrayal, she left without a trace. But when a tragic accident erases her memories, she wakes up believing she’s still Ethan’s devoted wife, unaware of the past that tore them apart. Seizing the opportunity to fix his mistakes, Ethan is determined to keep her by his side, even if it means hiding the painful truth. But when the memories return, will Natalie stay...or will history repeat itself?
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Chapter: Chapter FiveEthan's POV:The air left my lungs.I swallowed hard. "Can I see her?""She will be moved to a ward soon. You can see her then.""I want a private ward arranged for her,” I said without hesitation. "The best one. The most expensive."The doctor nodded. "I’ll have that done."I barely heard him as he walked away. My gaze was fixed on the doors leading to her.Five years of searching. And now, I could only pray she’d wake up.Suddenly, the door swung open and the nurses wheeled Natalie out on a stretcher. An IV drip was connected to her arm. Bandages covered her head, and legs.She looked nothing like the fiery, stubborn woman I had spent years searching for. She looked... broken. And I hated it.I followed closely as they guided her down the hall. Now and then, one of the nurses would glance at me. But, I ignored them.They entered a private ward and gently transferred her onto the hospital bed. Adjusting the monitors and IV stand, they made their final checks before stepping back.“Sh
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Chapter: Chapter FourEthan’s POV:“Mr. Blackwood?”I barely heard the voice calling me. My mind had drifted again, back to her. Natalie.God, how could I not think of her? Even after all these years, she still haunted me.She used to sit beside me in meetings like this, taking notes with a wide smile.She was my secretary—until she became my wife. But life had a way of proving my father and grandfather right: Kindness was a weakness. And losing her—losing us—was all the proof I needed.I clenched my jaw, pushing away the memories. The past had no place here.Murmurs swept through the room as my silence stretched too long. My secretary, Samuel, leaned toward me and whispered the question I had missed.I blinked, shaking my head slightly to clear my thoughts. Straightening, I adjusted my cufflinks and finally spoke. “The question was regarding our investments in the European sector, correct?” I asked.The CFO nodded. “Yes, sir. There have been fluctuations in the market due to political instability. Our st
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Chapter: Chapter ThreeNatalie's POV: FIVE YEARS LATER:I sat in my art studio, surrounded by canvases covered in several colors. Some were unfinished, while others were completed yet waiting for meaning. I dragged my brush across the canvas, blending hues of deep blue and ivory. Suddenly, the door was pushed open."Miss Natalie!"A small voice filled the room, followed by hurried footsteps. I turned just as a little boy, no older than six, rushed to my side, clutching a medium-sized whiteboard in his tiny hands. His dark eyes were bright with excitement, his cheeks flushed from running."Did I do it properly?" He asked, his voice tinged with eagerness and a little nervousness.I smiled and set down my brush, placing my palette on the wooden stand beside me. Wiping my paint-streaked hands on my apron, I pulled it off and knelt before him, taking the board from his hands."It's looking great, Kelvin." I praised, scanning the sketch of a small house surrounded by trees, the lines were wobbly
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Chapter: Chapter TwoNatalie's POV:Stepping out of the house, I hurried past the front porch and through the gates, my feet carrying me aimlessly down the road.My vision was blurry from the tears that refused to stop. I wasn’t just crying—I was wailing. I fought for this marriage.I endured the whispers, the disapproving glances, the silent judgment of people who thought I didn’t belong in Ethan’s world.But Ethan… he never made me feel like I was beneath him. He never felt like a billionaire to me.He loved eating greasy pizza on the couch while watching his favorite sports, his arm lazily slung around my shoulders. He loved cooking, taking over the kitchen with a kind of reckless passion that always ended in a mess, and surprising me with breakfast in bed. He laughed with me. Held me. Kissed me like I was the only woman in the world.So how? When?There were no signs—no distance, no arguments, no strange behavior.What went wrong?My hands trembled as they landed on my stomach. Was he unhappy becaus
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Chapter: Chapter OneNatalie’s POV:"What a hectic day.” I sighed, relaxing in the driver’s seat. But despite how exhausted I was, I couldn't stop smiling.Tonight was everything I ever dreamed of. My paintings debuted at the gallery, and I received recognition from some of the most renowned artists in the industry. I glanced at my phone, half-expecting a message from Ethan. He came early but left almost immediately for an emergency meeting. I understood, of course. He always worked hard for us, for our future.I bit my lip, to suppress a smile. I couldn't stop picturing him, waiting for me. Already changed into his sweatpants, lounging on the couch with a glass of whiskey in hand. Maybe he asked the maids to prepare something extraordinary. Maybe he ordered takeout. Maybe he’s waiting to celebrate my success properly.Pulling into the driveway, my heart swelled with anticipation.The house was dark except for the porch light. Strange. Ethan usually makes sure the maids leave a few lights on whenever
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