FROSTBOUND

~Odessa~ It struck me at 12:00 am. That was when I discovered that my own sister; if I could call her one, is the one who orchestrated my kidnapping. She is the reason why I'm tied and dumped in a room that screams of agony and betrayal right now. The pain, sharp and agonizing, seized at the pit of my stomach. I struggled, pushing and wriggling, but the rope tied around me sang victorious songs in my ears, my strength failing me now that I needed it the most. I shot my eyes as the pain and anger overpowered me, deliberately carving wounds I believe would leave everlasting scars right inside my heart. And I opened them again as the lone tear dropped, and then, they struck her—Maya Gerald; my half-sister. There she was, with the most beautiful smile on her face while her piercing green eyes mockingly ogled my weak body, enjoying her piece of satisfaction in watching me struggle uselessly, and then the menacing chuckle left her lips. I could smell the sting of betrayal rig

"My name is Margaret." The woman finally spoke, still keeping her gaze intently on me. "Margaret?" I stared skeptically at them. "Where am I?" "Right now you're in a hospital in Vine City." The woman walked closer this time, taking her steps slowly as if she counted them to make sure she stepped on the right spot. "Vine City? How... did I get to Vine city?" I questioned and paused, giving a thought to my questions then laughed bitterly in my mind. Of course, I was sold and didn't have to be told I would be taken far away. But at least, I'd hoped it would be a place I could be able to trace my way back home. However, I didn't even know this City that is called Vine. And now, in a hospital? "I saved you from your sister who sold you for sex slavery two months ago." She explained. Two months? Has it been that long already? How come I slept that long to wake up now? "I'd like to apologize for the little changes you will see on your face and body." She spoke in a calm

★Narrator's POV★ "Just like that Margaret, she believed in what you said. That you're truly her mother-in-law and married to your son." Doctor Kane said, pushing open the door to his office as Margaret followed closely behind. After leaving Odessa's private ward a few minutes ago, the Doctor continued to reel in shock at how everything turned out so smoothly. How Margaret was able to convince her to be the true Juliana Macmillan after she had deliberately refused to accept it two days ago when Margaret had made the offer to her. And how her lost memory was a result of an accident that in truth never happened to her. "I told you, didn't I? Now that I've taken her memory, she will not oppose whatever I ask her to do, and she will believe in whoever I tell her she is. Tsk, I didn't mean to push with this second plan. But..." "My real daughter-in-law is already confirmed dead. She didn't make it out of the coma. And now, I have to let this woman already having her face to replace her

~Adrian~I know I had not drunk any alcohol this morning to believe I was seeing things.I know it wasn't a hallucination to stand in front of a woman looking exactly like my dead wife.It had not been in a dream that day, it was not in a night to think it was one nightmare that I knew I'd wake up to not seeing its reality.It had been real. Very much real and I'd been the one to personally pull the shroud over her face drained of anything that spoke of life.My wife had died. Gone from me forever and it was barely a week since I buried her. I'd watched the two men with my own eyes pull her corpse in the glass-covered casket down into the seven fit dug grave.This isn't any madness to think that maybe she'd resurrected or will I say escape from the grave to run back to me and call me her husband again.We were not mortal either.I know the pain. The ache, the tears that never cease as I think of her every minute. I know how much I wished these powers I possessed could bring her back t

~Odessa~"I… I lost my daughter?" Tears hot and biting brewed at the corners of my eyes, the words breaking as they left my lips."Yes, my dear," Margaret replied.I stared at the photograph in my hands cradling the baby with a tenderness that felt achingly lovely. So adorable baby you'd believe spring itself had chosen her to wear its joy.I couldn't hold it anymore. "I lost my child," The tears broke out, burning cruelly against my cold skin, the ache sharp like a blade mercilessly driven inside my heart. "No, Juliana don't cry. You have grieved the death of your child with your husband and have also moved on. So please, don't even think of letting those tears fall." Margaret persuaded, swiftly brushing the tears away from my eyes, not letting them spill on the heartwarming photo in my hands.I bit hard on my lip, swallowing the ache in my chest. I had forgotten my husband. Forgotten my child.They must have loved me deeply, and I must have loved them just as much. Was it why my h