ANMELDENLia returned to the hospital before going anywhere else. She had spent the entire day thinking about Adrian. She walked through the hospital entrance and approached the reception desk. The air inside carried the familiar mix of disinfectant and quiet urgency. A nurse was arranging some files nearby. “Excuse me,” Lia called. The nurse looked up. “Yes?” “I’m here to see Adrian Laurent. Is he still in his room?” The nurse checked the computer, fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. “Adrian Laurent?” “Yes.” “He was discharged.” Lia’s expression changed immediately. “Discharged?” “Yes. He left earlier.” A bright smile spread across Lia’s face. “Where was he taken to?” The nurse hesitated briefly. “I believe his family took him back to the Laurent mansion.” “The Laurent mansion?” “Yes.” Lia almost laughed from relief. So Adrian was home. For the first time in days, she felt like things were finally moving in her favor. His memory loss had changed everything. Adrian mi
I stared at the line of vehicles outside Lumina, trying to understand what I was seeing. Black SUVs. Security cars. Officers standing near the entrance in dark uniforms, their posture rigid and alert. The afternoon sun reflected off polished chrome and tinted glass, making the street look more like a restricted zone than the front of my company. Then I noticed the insignia on one of the vehicles. My eyes widened. “The governor’s security team,” I whispered. My driver glanced at me. “Ma’am?” “Nothing. Just get me inside.” The moment I stepped out of the car, two security officers moved aside to give me room. Cool air from the building’s lobby mixed with the heat rising from the asphalt. I walked toward the entrance, still trying to understand why someone this important had come to my company without anyone telling me in advance. Inside, the situation was even more unusual. People were moving carefully, speaking in low voices that barely rose above the soft hum of the air condit
I stood outside Adrian’s room, staring at the three messages on my phone. Lumina. Hale’s Corporation. Laurent Group. All three needed my attention at almost the same time. My first instinct was Lumina. It was my company, and whatever was happening there had to be handled before I worried about anything else. I slipped my phone into my bag and looked toward Adrian’s door. I could not leave without making sure he was okay. I walked downstairs and found the guards gathered near the entrance. Two maids were nearby, arranging some things. “Listen to me carefully,” I said. They all turned toward me. “I’m leaving for a while. Adrian is upstairs, and I want someone with him at all times.” “Yes, ma’am,” one of the guards replied. “There is one more thing.” My voice became firm. “If Lia comes here, do not let her enter.” The guards exchanged quick looks. “Understood, ma’am.” “I mean it. I don’t care what she says. I don’t care if she claims Adrian asked for her. I don’t care if s
My labor had started.And I was completely alone.Another contraction tore through me before I could even think. I grabbed the side of the shelter and squeezed my eyes shut.“Please,” I whispered. “Please, let me do this.”The pain only grew stronger.I reached for the piece of cloth I had prepared and pushed it between my teeth. I couldn’t scream. Not here. Not with unknown wolves somewhere beyond the trees who might hear and come for me.I bit down as another contraction came.Tears ran down my face. My whole body shook. “Come on, Malia,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “You can do this.”The pain eased for a moment. I breathed slowly, trying to gather enough strength for the next one.There was no one to hold my hand. No one to tell me what to do.No healer. No midwife. Only me and the child I had promised to protect alone.Another contraction came. I cried into the cloth. Minutes passed and I lost track of time.Sometimes I thought I couldn’t take another minute, but then anot
I looked at Adrian for a long moment. “Where are we going?” he asked again. I glanced at his parents. His mother looked worried. His father waited quietly, saying nothing. “The Laurent mansion,” I finally said. Adrian nodded. I stepped closer. “It’s your home, Adrian. Everything you need for your recovery is already there.” He studied my face. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” The driver brought the wheelchair closer and carefully helped Adrian into the car. I adjusted his legs so they would not strain, then closed the door. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Yes.” “If your back starts hurting, tell me right away.” “I will.” His parents got into their own car behind us. Moments later we left the hospital grounds. — Adrian sat quietly in the back seat. The photographs Lia had given him remained hidden inside his bag. He had no intention of showing them to Serena. Not yet. He watched her through the rearview mirror. Every few minutes she glanced back at him. “Are you c
Adrian stayed silent after Lia left the hospital room. His eyes remained fixed on the closed door for several long seconds before he slowly looked down at the photographs she had left behind. He picked them up again. There were pictures of him and Lia together. Some were simple, it was them sitting across from each other at a restaurant, smiling politely at the camera. Others were more intimate. In one, they stood close, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. In another, they were kissing. Adrian stared at that last image for a long time. He did not remember any of it. Yet the photographs were real. The lighting, the background, the way their bodies leaned toward each other, none of it looked staged. He placed the pictures back on the bed and reached for the messages Lia had shown him earlier. He read a few again, then locked his phone and set it aside. Something was wrong. He could not completely believe Lia. But he could not completely dismiss her either. Se
I spent the morning trying to make myself useful. Anything to feel less like a shadow in this house. One of the younger maids was struggling with heavy flower vases in the main hall, so I stepped in to help carry one. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she gave me a small, grateful smile.We were ha
The days before the wedding passed like a blur I couldn’t escape. People moved in and out of the house carrying fabrics, jewelry, flowers, and invitations while I stood in the middle of it all feeling completely detached. Measurements were taken and dresses were fitted. Every room was filled with
“There’s a family willing to help us,” my mother explained quickly. “Very powerful. Very wealthy. But they have conditions.”My stomach tightened. “What kind of conditions?” I asked.My sister let out a soft, shaky breath. “They want their son to be married so that they can get a grandchild out of
That night, I sat alone in the vast bedroom that wasn’t mine, wearing a white light robe they had given me after the wedding with no panties under. My hands were clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails left little crescent marks on my palms. I felt nervous.The door opened.He stepped in, jacke







