LOGINSeven years of marriage. A perfect family. A life she doesn’t remember choosing. Dahlia wakes up one day married to a man who knows everything about her. She believed him and fell in love with him, he is her husband after all. But when her husband's brother, the alpha, calls her by another name, memories begin to bleed through the cracks of her perfect life. One brother claims her as his wife. The other refuses to let her go. And the truth behind her lost memories may be deadlier than she ever imagined. Regardless, she must choose between the man who gave her peace and the past that refuses to stay buried.
View MoreDahlia He nods and I realize that the reason he dropped by was to check me out. The certainty in his eyes that I could be Helen sends a ripple of questions through me. Maybe if I let him, every question I have about my past would be slightly answered.“Where?” I ask, my voice tight.“Pull off your shirt.” His voice is firm.My eyes go wide. Relief crashes through me when he adds, “Pull it off and turn.”It's weird but I obey, my muscles tense. I flinch at his touch, heat crawling up my spine. A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers brush around my waistline. My body stiffens, every nerve on edge.His touch disconnects but I still feel him close. A shiver of unease grips my skin as I feel his gaze tracing up my spine.I twist back toward him. “Anything?”His gaze drops and I cover myself quickly with my shirt. My chin burns in anxiety.His expression is unreadable, “Have a nice day,” he says before walking out.“What did you see?” I try to stop him.Like Noah, he gives me no answ
Dahlia My mind refuses to settle, crowded with unanswered questions about my life, about my marriage. Still, I kiss Ellen goodbye before school, forcing a smile as I wave and watch the car disappear down the road.The simple sight twists my heart. What if digging into the past is the very thing that shatters this family? Why am I even afraid of it? What could possibly be so terrible back there?Noah knew Helen and maybe they dated. People have exes, he must have had plenty before me. That’s normal but why marry me after my sister passed away?Well, I’m the one he’s with now. That should be enough. It should quiet this unease.But it doesn’t.Because he keeps steering me away from the past and secrecy has a way of turning harmless truths into something ugly. If there’s nothing to hide, why hide it at all?Oh Goddess! I hate feeling this way.I step back into the house and shut the door. I clear the table, rinse the plates and stack them in the rack.I dump the dirty clothes into the
EliasThe lights in their house go off one by one. I stand across from the street for nearly an hour, waiting calmly for this moment, when everywhere finally goes dark and quiet. When the bedroom light finally switches off, I cross the road, my steps soundless.Noah was never good at locking windows. Some habits never change, no matter how many years you spend pretending to be someone else.I slip my hand inside the window, reaching for the latch. I push the door open and step my foot inside their beloved home.He must have thought I would never find where he lives but I have. After bumping into him, I had him followed.Noah was good at detecting sounds. I wonder if he still does now that he's asleep. Well, there is only one way to find out.The house is warm, almost too warm for my liking. Seven years of a life carefully built and yet, I can’t help thinking he stole parts of mine to build it.That’s why I’m here. To see what’s really his and what should have been mine.I move throu
Dahlia When the man’s eyes flicker to Ellen, I pull her closer to me. His gaze returns to me, his jaw ticking.“I can always know when it's Helen or Dahlia” His tone softens, “The scar.” His eyes drift to my temple, just above my brows. “How do you expect me to believe you're Dahlia?” He directs the question to me.My breath catches, “I am Dahlia.” I say confidently.But deep down, I am not sure of anything. He narrows his eyes, confused. Just as I amA scar? A way to tell us apart? So Noah and his brother had known Helen and me well enough to notice the difference between us.Why hadn’t Noah said anything? When he spoke of her, it sounded as though she was just a name, not someone he had known personally.Noah's arms loosen slightly around me, “We were both present at her burial. I don't think she resurrected from the dead.” He says mockingly, his voice calm like a man who had everything under his control. “Daddy, who's this man?” Ellen asks softly.“Someone….You don't have to kn
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