Novels by Miriah

The word echoed in Saria’s mind long after everyone had fallen silent.She had heard the mysterious woman say it through the hospital window.And now it would not leave her thoughts.“Welcome back, Princess.”PrincessWho was she?Because it certainly was not Saria Ben.Or was it?She looked at the silver bracelet Detective Noah had placed on the bedside table.Lily Ben.Her fingers trembled as she reached for it.The instant her skin touched the cool metalA sharp pain exploded inside her head.“No!”She cried out, dropping the bracelet onto the bed.The room blurred.Darkness swallowed everything.A magnificent ballroom sparkled beneath crystal chandeliers.Women in elegant gowns danced gracefully across the polished marble floor.Men in tailored suits bowed respectfully.Music floated through the air.At the top of a grand staircase stood a young woman in a breathtaking silver gown.She wore a sapphire necklace that shimmered beneath the lights.The crowd applauded.“Long live Princ

The hospital corridor erupted into chaos.Doctors and nurses rushed from room to room while security officers searched every exit.But the man with the scar had vanished.It was as though he had never been there.Saria sat frozen on the hospital bed, her hands wrapped tightly around the blanket.She could still see the syringe.Still hear the nurse’s trembling voice.It would have stopped her heart within minutes.Someone wanted her dead.The terrifying part wasn’t that someone had tried to kill her.It was that they had failed before.The car accident hadn’t been an accident at all.“You can’t stay here anymore.”The voice belonged to Detective Noah Zayes.He stood near the door, flipping through a thin file containing Saria’s medical records.He was in his early thirties, dressed in a black suit instead of a police uniform, with observant hazel eyes that seemed to miss nothing.“I’m assigning officers outside your room until you’re discharged,” he said.Dan folded his arms.“My priva

Saria didn’t breathe.The note trembled in her hands.Pretend you still have amnesia.Your life depends on it.She read the words again and again.Each time, they seemed heavier than before.Someone had slipped the note beneath her pillow while she was in the room.Someone who had managed to enter without being noticed.Someone who knew she was beginning to remember.A knock sounded at the door.Instinctively, saria crumpled the note and slipped it beneath the blanket just as Dan walked in.He carried two cups of coffee.“You look tired,” he said softly, setting one cup on the bedside table.“Did you sleep at all?”“I… not really.”Dan pulled a chair closer.“The doctor says you’ll be discharged tomorrow.”“Tomorrow?”“Yes.”He smiled faintly.“I’ve already prepared everything for you to come home.”Home.The word made saria uneasy.A place she couldn’t remember.A life she couldn’t recall.A marriage she wasn’t sure had ever been real.“Dan…”“Yes?”“What was I like before the acciden

The room was quiet.Too quiet.Saria lay awake, staring at the pale ceiling of the hospital room. The beeping of the heart monitor had become the only thing keeping her company since Dan and Lucas had been escorted out after their heated argument.Neither man had left her mind.One claimed to be her husband.The other claimed she had been planning to leave that husband.Which one was telling the truth?Or was neither of them innocent?A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.The nurse entered with a warm smile.“Good morning, Miss Ben. How are you feeling today?”“My body aches less,” Saria admitted. “But my head…” She pressed two fingers against her temple. “It feels like there’s a locked door inside my mind.”The nurse nodded sympathetically.“That’s common with memory loss.Don’t force yourself to remember.Sometimes memories return when you least expect them.”“When I least expect them…”The words echoed in Saria's head.She thanked the nurse, who checked her bandages before leav

The rain fell without mercy. It battered the windshield of the black SUV as it sped down the deserted mountain road. Thunder cracked across the sky, illuminating the darkness for a heartbeat before everything disappeared into the storm once again. Inside the vehicle, Saria Ben squeezed the leather seat with shaking fingers. “Slow down!” she cried, panic filling her voice. “Please, you’re driving too fast!” The driver didn’t answer. His hands remained tightly wrapped around the steering wheel. His face was hidden beneath the shadow of the hood he wore. Saria's heartbeat pounded painfully against her chest. Something wasn’t right. Nothing felt right. She glanced toward the passenger window. Endless cliffs stretched into darkness below. One mistake, on a wrong turn Can cause my life. She swallowed hard. “Who are you?” she whispered. Silence. Then the man laughed. It wasn’t loud and angry “You really don’t remember, do you?” Fear rushed through he