The Bride I Used to Be
Her name, they say, is Bliss. Silent, radiant, and obedient, she’s the perfect bride for enigmatic billionaire Damon Gibson. Yet Bliss clings to fleeting fragments of a life before the wedding: a dream of red silk, a woman who mirrors her face, a voice whispering warnings in the shadows. Her past is a locked door, and Damon holds the key. When Bliss stumbles into a hidden wing of his sprawling mansion, she finds a room filled with relics of another woman. Photos, perfume, love letters, and a locket engraved with two names reveal a haunting truth. That woman, Ivana, was more than a stranger. She was identical to Bliss.
As buried memories surface, the fairy tale Bliss believed in fractures into a web of obsession, deception, and danger. Damon’s charm hides secrets, and the love she thought she knew feels like a gilded cage. To survive, Bliss must unravel the mystery of who she was and what ties her to Ivana. In a world where love can be a trap and truth a weapon, remembering the bride she used to be is her only way out.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 8: Whispers Behind the SpotlightBliss stood outside the imposing building, her heart thudding in her chest as she stared up at the sleek glass and steel structure. The acting academy’s name glimmered in silver letters on the entrance, a symbol of success that seemed lightyears away from where she stood.It wasn’t supposed to feel like this, she reminded herself. She had taken Damon’s advice. She had decided to take the first step toward reclaiming her life, toward becoming who she had always wanted to be. And yet, as she pushed open the glass door and stepped inside, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was somehow out of place.The lobby was bustling with the elite, polished faces, and sharp suits of people who belonged here. They had that effortless grace, the kind of air that spoke of years spent in these rooms. Bliss felt like an imposter, a girl who had stumbled into a world she had no business being in. Her clothes, simple and understated,
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Pieces of TruthBliss woke up the next morning with a heavy head, as though the weight of everything she’d learned had pressed down on her while she slept. The room around her was still, too still, as though the world had paused just for her. She reached out instinctively for the cassette tapes, still resting on the bedside table, the faint smell of the leather box still lingering in the air.Her hand closed around the cassette player, her fingers trembling as she held the cold plastic in her palm. The voice still echoed in her mind, the same message that had left her breathless and shaken.'“He says he’s protecting you. But ask him what he did to your sister.”'The words hit her like a punch to the gut. Sister? She didn’t even know she had a sister.Her heart pounded in her chest, but she pushed the feeling away. The silence in the room was suffocating, and she wanted to
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The Voice Beneath the SilenceBliss didn’t move for a long time.The storm outside cracked again, this time louder, as if the sky itself was reacting to the tension in the room. Damon hadn’t taken another step forward. He just stood there, shadowed by the dim hallway behind him, his expression unreadable.Bliss still held the second cassette in her hand."Memory."She turned it over, her fingers brushing the old plastic as if it held something sacred. The silence between them stretched. Her mind spun, caught in a whirlwind of images and unanswered questions. Who was the woman on the tape? Why did she sound like her? Why did her name, Ivana, feel like it belonged just as much as Bliss did?Damon’s voice broke through the silence.“You don’t have to listen to that.”Bliss looked up sharply.He took a step forward, then paused when he saw her flinch. His jaw tightened.“I was trying to protect you.”Her fingers curled around the cassette.From the beginning, his lies had been polished, dressed in tenderness and half-
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Room She Was Never Meant to FindThe West Wing hallway felt colder than the rest of the house.Bliss paused at the edge, where polished floors gave way to faded carpet and the walls lost their warmth. The double doors stood tall before her, black wood with silver handles. They had always been locked. Damon had never told her what lay beyond them, and she had learned not to ask. Until now.This morning, something had changed.The hallway had been unguarded. No staff. No closed-off stairwell. No whispered excuses.And the key she had found it beneath her pillow.Not a dream, not a memory, just a small iron key on white linen, as if it were always hers.Her fingers closed around the cool metal.The key slid into the lock.She hesitated. Her pulse thudded in her ears but curiosity pushed harder than fear, and the lock clicked open.The hinges groaned as the door creaked inward.Bliss stepped into stillness.The corridor stretched ahead like a forgotten spine, lined with old paintings draped in white cloth. Dust hung in t
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The Snow Globe RoomThe music came softly at first.It wasn’t the haunting piano melody from before. This was softer, a delicate lullaby, faint and fragile, as if floating through the ceiling or borne on the sea breeze.Bliss sat up in bed and listened.The fire in the hearth had died out. The room was dim, cast in the gray morning light that always made the walls look colder than they were. She slipped from the covers, pulled on her robe, and padded barefoot to the door.The music tugged at something inside her. A whisper in the back of her mind. Not a memory, not yet. Just a feeling. Something familiar she couldn’t quite reach.She followed the sound through the hall.Past the main staircase. Past the double doors Damon always kept closed. She turned left instead of right. Down the corridor lined with windows that showed a sliver of the cliffs.The sound grew clearer.It came from a narrow archway at the end of the hall. She stepped through it, her fingers brushing the cold stone wall as she moved.The
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The West Wing Is ClosedThe manor had a heartbeat.It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even constant. But Bliss felt it, pulsing through the walls when the house went still. There was something about the way the wind moved through the halls, the way the floor groaned beneath her bare feet, the way doors seemed to sigh closed behind her.It was the third morning since she’d awakened, and no new memories had returned. Her voice was still missing. But her instincts? Those were wide awake.Bliss walked the halls slowly, each step measured and quiet. She had convinced Elise she wanted to stretch her legs alone, though the woman had looked nervous about it.“You’ll be fine,” Damon had said, appearing behind her like smoke. “Just avoid the West Wing.”He hadn’t offered a reason.He had simply said it in that even tone of his and walked away.So now, of course, that was exactly where she was going.She turned left at the end of the main corridor. The air shifted the moment she did. Warmer, heavier. As if this part of the hous
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