Let the show begins!

Savanna/Gabriella’s POV

As he left the ward, my eyes lingered on the door, my mind lost in a haze. The president’s son and billionaire was my new husband and was as cold as he was distant. Rude, even. This was the man I was now bound to? Not a shred of sympathy, not even the faintest glance in my direction.

I tried to focus, tried to force my mind to clear through the fog of confusion, but his words, his coldness, kept repeating in my head. How could this be my life now?

“Who told him she’s awake?” Gabriella’s father’s voice broke through the silence, sharp and annoyed, pulling me back to the present.

“Who knows?” Gabriella’s mother’s voice followed, quieter, more controlled, but with an edge of concern that lingered in the air.

He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. His fingers were steady as he dialed a number, his voice low, filled with authority. “His father needs to hear about this.”

“Does it really matter now?” A woman’s voice, one of the others in the room, interrupted, soft but filled with resignation.

But Gabriella’s father didn’t hesitate. “Gabriella has lost her memory,” he said bluntly, the words hanging in the air like a heavy weight.

One of the women gasped, her voice cracking with emotion, laced with sorrow. “She will recover soon, by God’s grace,” she whispered, as if saying it aloud would make it true.

“Thank God she’s alive now,” another voice added, shaky and filled with gratitude, but there was still a palpable sense of unease, of things being left unsaid.

Their voices melded together in an incoherent symphony of concern, but amid their words, a sudden, chilling voice whispered through my mind: “Just in 120 days.”

A sharp shiver snaked down my spine, and I froze, the weight of the statement pressing down on me. 120 days. Only 120 days.

The countdown had begun, but not just for me to figure out how to get my revenge. There was something more, something bigger at play. I had only 120 days to avenge my death, to reclaim what had been stolen from me, and then, I would return. I had no idea how this would work, how I would even manage to pull it off in this fragile, unfamiliar body. How could I carry out vengeance when I didn’t even know how to move forward in this new life?

Gabriella would regain her memory in those 120 days. She would return to the person she had been, the woman who had once lived, and I would vanish. My time was ticking away, and every moment that passed seemed to echo in my head, the voice growing louder, demanding action. How could I make it happen?

Before I could gather my thoughts, Gabriella’s father spoke again, his voice pulling me out of my inner turmoil. “Your son is poorly raised.” His words were biting, full of authority, and they made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The man was angry, and there was no mistaking the power behind his words.

But wait… was he talking to the president that way?

The realization hit me like a slap in the face. If he could speak to the president like this, with such utter disdain, then this man, Gabriella’s father wasn’t some run-of-the-mill rich businessman. He was powerful. Commanding. He had connections, influence that stretched far beyond what I could have ever imagined. This was no ordinary man.

“Call him to order,” he added, his voice carrying the weight of someone who had been in control for far too long to let anything slip from his grasp.

“This will be the last time. My daughter is precious to me.” With that, he ended the call, and the air in the room seemed to grow thicker. The power he wielded was almost palpable, an invisible force that filled the space between us all.

This is extremely interesting. I wasn’t just in the body of someone’s wife. I was in the body of a powerful man’s daughter. This revenge might just be easier than I thought. The pieces were starting to fall into place, and I could feel a sense of calm settling over me. I could use this. I would use this.

My mind darted back to Aurora. The memory of her betrayal hit me like a physical blow, sharp and cruel. What made her do that to me? She had been my best friend, my confidante, my provider and supporter all at once. She had been the one I turned to when I needed someone to lean on, when I needed someone to keep me grounded. And yet, she had been the one to betray me. The one who had allowed Kael to manipulate her.

I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to face the truth, but it was there, like an open wound that refused to heal. How could she do that? Even if Kael had seduced her, why hadn’t she turned him down? She should have known better. She should have felt the weight of our friendship, of everything we had shared. And yet, she hadn’t.

What made her so cold? What had changed in her that she would let everything we had built fall apart so easily?

I couldn’t help it. Tears, hot and bitter, rolled down my cheeks as the reality of the situation landed on me like a punch to the stomach.

I had trusted her. And now, in this body, I was left to deal with the consequences of her actions. They both had killed me. She had taken something from me that could never be returned.

“This life is not equal,” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper. I couldn’t stop the words from escaping, the frustration seeping into my tone. The unfairness of it all felt suffocating. They all turned their gazes toward me, the pity and confusion clear in their eyes.

“Gabriella, don’t cry.” Gabriella’s father rushed to my side, his hand resting awkwardly on my shoulder. I could feel the weight of his concern, but it was far too soft, far too gentle for what I was feeling.

“You’ll be fine,” he said softly, but the words felt hollow, incapable of reaching the storm that raged inside of me. How could I be fine? How could anything ever be fine again when the world had turned its back on me, when the ones I trusted had destroyed everything?

I wanted to scream. I wanted to lash out, to tell them all how wrong they were, how they couldn’t possibly understand the pain I was feeling. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I couldn’t reveal my true emotions, not in front of these people who barely even knew who I was. Who am I?

“I’ll be fine,” I whispered to myself, trying to convince myself of the lie. I would be fine. But only after I had my revenge. Only after I had reclaimed what was mine.

Suddenly, the door to the ward creaked open. Two figures stepped in, a man and a woman. Their silhouettes were familiar, too familiar, and my breath caught in my throat before I even registered why.

“My sister, you’re awake!” the man exclaimed, rushing toward me with outstretched arms. His voice was warm, rehearsed, clashed violently with the icy dread curling in my stomach.

Behind him, the woman moved slower, calmer. Her eyes swept the room like she owned it. She didn’t smile. She didn’t have to.

Kael. And Gabriella.

My heart nearly stopped.

The ones who killed me.

Kael’s face was exactly how I remembered it charming, smug, and laced with a poison I hadn’t seen until it was too late. And Gabriella? The real Gabriella? She wore her betrayal like a second skin. How could they be standing here, pretending? How dare they smile?

I gripped the sheets under my fingers, trying to steady my breathing. They didn’t know. They thought I was her. And for now, I’d let them believe it.