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Elena's POV'

All my life I ran behind love. That was the reason why I ended up being a heart surgeon. I even got my first love, but the images are too blurry and livid to remember. I often get flashbacks, but the pictures are still too blurry to figure out due to my Amnesia. Yes! I have that mental illness and curse it on my faith. Why out of all people does it have to be me with that illness? I shouldn't say something like that considering I'm a doctor myself, but I can't help it because, in the end, I'm a human too. I'm human with frustration and anger. I even had some emotional mental breakdown because of it. Considering, I put my past life in blurry pictures instead of remembering all the events. Some beautiful events of which I still get flashbacks about.

How has my life turned into swift seconds of moments? How did I get myself into this? Just how? How does saving a life got me into something like this? There are so many questions but no answers! What does this man want from me? From the first day, he was acting strangely towards me. The day he looks at me is enough to make me shiver at just one glance. I need to admit that bastard is very devilishly handsome, who can make any woman go on their knees and beg for him, not me though. I'm a woman of my own rules and I bend for no one.

I sighed eventually, thinking about my mother. I hope she's doing well. But I know at the same time she will do just fine after she's Malika Rajvanshi. A strong Indian woman and I'm proud to say that I'm her daughter. Annika Rajvanshi. Yes, we are both Indians. At least I remember this thanks to my mother. I had to keep this a secret since my mother married that bastard, James. He doesn't deserve her.

I only remember my name from my mother and other things which she had told me about, but I'm more than curious to know about my past seventeen years of life of which I have blurry images rather than memories. The only memories I have are from the past seven years. My whole seventeen years of life is missing, and I'm so eager to find out about it. I'm twenty-four, but I only remember my past seven years and the past seventeen are missing. My memories before I turned seventeen are all missing.

I sighed exhausted at my mind-battles and looked around the luxurious room. I was sitting near the big glass window from the past hours, but there were no signs of Vincenzo yet. Not that I want to deal with him. I really want to escape so badly, but looking down at those scary guards makes me a scared kitten to even glance at them. Oh god, how am I supposed to get out of here? I scrunched my face in annoyance. I need someone to talk to or else I will go crazy.

As if hearing my thoughts god sent someone. The opening of the door caught my attention and I quickly got out of the window alert.

"Here is your food!"

I stared stunned at Lorenzo when he came with a food tray in his hand. The same guy whom I met on that day. He was the one holding a gun with that arrogant smile of his. He was a charmingly handsome man, maybe five-seven ft, looking at his tall and lean physique. He was lean compared to Vincenzo in both height and physique, where Vincenzo was more muscular and taller than Lorenzo, but handsome nonetheless. Vincenzo has sharp, devilishly handsome features. Lorenzo was charmingly handsome with his peaceful beauty.

Soon I flinched when Lorenzo spoke with an arrogant smile on his face.

"The food will turn cold if you continue gazing at me like that, Doc."

Doc, that's what he calls me from the first day like he doesn't know my name yet.

"I wasn't staring at you."

I defended myself or tried to.

He arched an eyebrow before saying.

"Really? But I caught you staring at me, doc, you can't lie to me."

"I was thinking about something else, Mr. Lorenzo!"

I snapped at him because he was the reason why I was here in the first place. He dragged me here.

He chuckles amused even when I burst out on him? This man is crazy.

"Or maybe you were thinking about Vincenzo while sitting near that glass window?"

I flushed red in embarrassment when he pointed at the same window where I was sitting earlier. How did he guess so right but not so right? Because what if Vincenzo came into my thoughts? But there were also other things which I was thinking of.

I cleared my throat before saying.

"He's the last thing I wish to think about."

He again chuckles, amused like he found me interesting.

"You're funny, you know that?"

I rolled my eyes at him, but he's less scary than Vincenzo. I gave him that.

He gestured me to eat, but I shook my head, saying.

"This is the last thing I want to do, especially in a situation like this."

His expression turned serious.

"You need strength for what's coming for you."

I blinked my eyes at his dry reply, and before I could say something, he opened the door and left, closing the door behind him. I continued to stare at the door with my scrunched eyebrows. What does he mean by that? What's coming for me? My brain turned into puzzles thinking about the possibilities.

Without thinking twice, I ran towards the door trying to open it, but it was locked. Turning around, I rushed towards the glass window to see if the guards were still there, but to my bad luck, they were still there standing like a black statue with a gun in their hands.

Sweat started streaming down my forehead as the door opened.

"Miss, Capo has called for you!"