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Chapter Six - Elio
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Forgotten Vows Chapter Eleven - Aleta
Thunder crashes outside like the world is ending, and every rumble sends fragments of memory spinning through my damaged mind. I lie in the guest bedroom where Elio insists I should recover, staring at the ceiling while rain pounds against windows with increasing violence. Each flash of lightning illuminates the room in stark black and white.Something about storms sets my anxiety on edge. Images move behind my closed eyelids—stone walls, gauzy curtains billowing in ocean wind, rain beating against tall windows while passion consumed everything rational. The memory feels real enough to taste, yet when I reach for details, they dissolve like smoke.“Fuck,” I whisper into the darkness as another memory fragment surfaces.Hands gripping my hips. My back arched against cool stone. Thunder masking the sounds of desperate pleasure while someone worshipped my body. The taste of wine and salt air. Words whispered in Italian that made my soul burn.Another crash of thunder makes me bolt uprigh
Forgotten Vows Chapter Ten - Elio
Guilt tastes like copper pennies and lies when I watch Aleta sleep beside me. Her face holds the peaceful expression of a woman who believes she’s safe in her husband’s arms, while I catalog every way I’ve violated that trust. Making love to her the other night crossed a line I didn’t know still existed, and it blurred the boundaries between revenge and something far more dangerous.My phone vibrates against the nightstand, displaying Marco’s number. Business calls at inconvenient times in our world, but the timing feels particularly cruel after what just happened between us.“I have to take this,” I whisper against Aleta’s hair before carefully extracting myself from her embrace.She mumbles something unintelligible and rolls into the warm spot I’ve vacated, still lost in whatever dreams her damaged mind allows. Beautiful and trusting, completely unaware that the man she gave herself to is the architect of her current nightmare.“Speak,” I answer once I’m safely in the hallway.“Boss
Forgotten Vows Chapter Nine - Aleta
Waking up in Elio’s arms feels like discovering a piece of myself I never knew was missing. His chest rises and falls beneath my cheek while his fingers trace patterns against my shoulder blade. Sunlight filters through the curtains, covering everything in golden tones that make this moment feel stolen from a dream.“Good morning, mia bella.” His voice carries the rough edge of sleep, and the Italian endearment sends heat spiraling through my belly.“How long have you been awake?” I tilt my head to study his face, noting the stubble that’s darkened overnight and the way his hair falls across his forehead.“Long enough to memorize the way you look when you sleep.” His thumb brushes across my cheekbone with devastating gentleness. “You were restless again. Another nightmare?”“I don’t remember. My dreams feel important, like they’re trying to tell me something, but they dissolve the moment I wake up.”“Dr. Moretti says that’s normal with this type of brain injury.”“What if my memories
Forgotten Vows Chapter Eight - Elio
Marco’s latest report reads like a death warrant written in my own blood. Fifty thousand dollars for information leading to Aleta Ricci’s whereabouts, with an additional twenty-five thousand for proof of life. Nico’s desperation bleeds through every word of the bounty notice that’s circulating through New York’s underworld like wildfire.“Boss, we’ve got a problem.” Matteo enters my study with the expression of a man delivering cancer results. “Three different crews have started sniffing around the property perimeter.”My fingers drum against the mahogany desk where photographs of our estate’s security weak points are spread like evidence at a crime scene. “How close did they get?”“Close enough to count windows.” He settles into the chair across from me, and tension radiates from his shoulders. “Giuseppe spotted two men with telephoto lenses positioned across the street this morning.”“And?”“Giuseppe convinced them to find a new hobby. Permanently.”Good. Bodies send clearer message
Forgotten Vows Chapter Seven - Aleta
Chapter SevenAletaWandering through rooms that should be mine feels like walking through someone else’s dream. Elio’s mansion stretches in every direction, filled with treasures I don’t remember collecting and furniture I supposedly helped choose. My bare feet make no sound on the marble as I explore hallways lined with paintings that mean nothing to me.“Mrs. Castellano,” a woman with silver hair greets me from the kitchen doorway. “Would you like some tea? You always preferred chamomile in the afternoons.”Always. The word throws me because I have no memory of these preferences she speaks about with such confidence. “Thank you, Maria.” Her name comes from nowhere, startling us both.“You remember me?” Hope brightens her weathered face.“I...” My hand flies to my forehead where pain still throbs. “Your name just appeared. Nothing else.”Maria’s face falls, but she pats my shoulder gently. “Give it time, dear. These things take patience.”Moving past her into what appears to be a si
Forgotten Vows Chapter Six - Elio
Sleep transforms her into something almost innocent. I watch Aleta’s chest rise and fall in steady rhythm while my conscience wages war against five years of carefully cultivated hatred. Her face, relaxed in unconsciousness, bears no trace of the Ricci arrogance that has poisoned my dreams.Building lies requires more creativity than I anticipated. My laptop screen nearly blinds me in the darkness as I fabricate digital evidence of our supposed marriage—doctored photographs, fake certificates, invented memories that blend truth with fiction. Each keystroke should feel like victory, yet guilt creeps in.“You’re working late.” Matteo’s voice interrupts my concentration as he enters the study.“Creating a life story takes time.” My fingers pause over the keyboard. “How does one explain three years of secret marriage to someone with no memory?”“Carefully,” he replies as he settles into the leather chair across from my desk. “Boss, you sure about this? The woman’s been through hell.”“Her
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