The young servant paused for a moment, seemingly unsure of Nayla's question. “Mr... Mr. Bram, ma'am,” he replied slowly, his voice trembling slightly. “He's been looking after you all this time.”
Nayla closed her eyes, trying to make sense of the situation, but her mind remained foggy. “Bram? Who is he? I don't... don't remember who he is,” she muttered in a confused tone.
“You didn't answer my question. What's my name? Do you know?”
The young maid looked down, uncomfortable with Nayla's confusion. “Madam... your name is Nadia. Nadia Anderson. And you are Mr. Bram's wife.”
“You were just married last week and someone caused Madame to have an accident,” the little maid said with her head bowed.
Nayla's eyes widened, a mixed feeling of confusion and fear coming over her. “Wife? An accident? But I don't remember anything... how can I be his wife?”
“Who is
The maid seemed hesitant to answer, but before she could elaborate, the door to the room opened slowly. In the doorway stood Bram, his face worried yet calm.“Nadia,” Bram called in a deep, yet gentle voice. “You're awake, darling. How are you feeling?”Bram walked over with steady steps, his eyes thoughtful as he approached the bed where Nayla lay. Wordlessly, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the forehead of the woman he claimed as his wife, as if it was his way of calming Nayla's troubled mind. The touch felt cold and unfamiliar to Nayla, who was still struggling to remember who the man before her was.“Didn't you say this gentleman would be home by six?” Nayla glanced at the waitress who was beginning to feel awkward and at fault. The little girl stepped back with her head bowed.“Glad to see you're awake, dear,” Bram said in a low voice. He then turned to the young waitress who was still standin
Silence fell over the room again. Bram tried to smile, although his smile looked stiff. He crouched with one foot next to Nayla. “The important thing is that you're safe now. That's all that matters. We can build everything back, together.”“You will remember everything, sooner or later. My love for you will restore everything, Nadia.”Nayla gave a small nod and continued her meal as Bram stepped back into his chair.However, those words could not penetrate the confusion in Nayla's heart. Every movement at the table felt mechanical, devoid of any real emotion. Every mouthful was hollow, as if there was no taste other than the feeling of being trapped in ignorance.Of course the dinner passed in unspoken tension, with Nayla still immersed in her self-discovery, while Bram tried to endure the silence while considering and doubting whether the medicine he had given her was enough to make her forget her memory.“Bram, am I
They walked into a room at the end of the house and by the time Bram turned the door knob. Nayla's eyes rounded perfectly.There were various paintings there and there was also a large blank canvas, brushes, and some oil paints. She set them up deftly by the window overlooking the garden, making sure there was enough light to paint in.“These are all yours, Nadia. And this... is your most amazing work,” said Bram as he showed a beautiful, abstract painting.“This?” asked Nayla. Her voice was barely audible.Bram gave a small nod and pushed Nayla into a chair with the canvas standing in front of her.“Here are your tools,” he said flatly, as he stepped to the side, giving her space.Nayla sat in front of the blank canvas with a blank stare, feeling a subtle tremble in her hands as she stroked the blank canvas.Carefully, she took the brush in her hand. The first touch of the brush on her fingers felt
Nayla quickly ran to her room and threw herself onto the bed. Covered her hot face with a pillow and snuggled into the blanket.Crying without understanding why she was crying. Something was missing from her, but she didn't know what it was. She just felt broken and strange in the place she was in right now, yet unable to explain anything.She missed someone or something, but she didn't know what it was. It was a feeling that shook him so badly that he cried until he wailed in his room.Bram could only stand at the door with the same heartbreak. His hands were shaking violently. He wanted so badly to turn the door knob and rush in to hug Nayla, but he knew that it would only make her even more depressed.Bram closed his eyes and held his own hands, took a deep breath and decided to stand at the door until the sound of Nayla's crying subsided.***Sefia lay on the patient bed with her face almost completely wrapped in bandages, her feelings w
The doctor stared at her for a moment, trying to find the right words. “There might be a way to contact your family or close friends. Maybe they can help, or you can try to contact the bank to resolve this issue.”Sefia closed her eyes, trying not to feel the growing emotional burden. “I don't want to contact my family. They don't understand this decision. They always think I'm stupid for wanting to do this surgery.”“I understand,” the doctor said gently. “But we need a quick solution. The implant inside your nose will also have to be removed if you can't pay.”“What?!” Sefia let out a deep breath. “Zavier! I thought he would support me. But he blocked me instead. This is so unfair!”“Are there any close friends you can call? Anyone who can help in this situation?” asked the doctor, looking at Sefia seriously.“No! Everyone thinks I'm crazy for doing this. I
“What deal are you referring to, Mrs. Sefia?”Sefia snorted then said, “stop pretending! I'm in trouble right now. Zavier maxed out my credit card and I have to have plastic surgery right now!”Bram laughed, and the laughter was painful to Sefia's ears. “Oh, that's your problem. I'm already happy enough having Nayla. Right now, that woman can't remember anything except me as her husband.”“What do you mean, why can't she remember? What have you done to her?” Sefia could not contain her anger and despair. She felt as if her world was collapsing because she was too stupid to hand Nayla over to a man with no humanity like Bram.“Ah, that's just a small problem. Nayla has a bit of amnesia. She doesn't remember anyone, except me. And I have no intention of letting her go,” Bram replied in a very casual tone, as if talking about the weather.“I can't believe this. You have to let her go, B
Moments later, Sefia cried out in excitement when the noNaylal of two billion was displayed on her phone screen, indicating that the money had been sent by Bram.“Doctor! Doctor! We can proceed with the surgery!” Sefia exclaimed with excitement.Moments later, the doctor and the medics were ready to resume the operation. Sefia stared at the ceiling, trying to calm herself down. She knew her journey wasn't over yet, but at least now she wasn't alone.There was Doctor Bram who would be the source of funds for her treatment costs.“As long as Zavier hasn't gotten any facts, then I will prepare myself well and become Nayla... for him!”***Five hours seemed like a long time for a plastic surgery that required medical professionals.Sefia woke up with heavy breathing, her vision blurred behind the bandages wrapped around her face. Pain radiated from her cheekbone to her jaw, like thousands of needles stabbing all ov
The doctor nodded and stood up, preparing himself to leave. “I will check on you again in a few days. For now, keep resting. If there's anything you need, call the nurse.”Sefia gave a small nod. In her heart she said, “I paid a lot of money and he's still so arrogant!”After the doctor left the room, Sefia lay alone. Her hands were still touching the bandages wrapped around her face, trying to feel her new face underneath the thick layers. She knew everything would change, but fear was slowly creeping into her mind.“Shhh,” she hissed through the pain. “Am I really ready for this?” she asked herself. However, she shook off the thought quickly. “I have to be ready. I have to be Nayla.”The days passed slowly for Sefia. Every morning, she woke up with the same pain. Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw only the reflection of the bandages covering her face. However, the hope of seeing a new
***Happy ending***Zavier smiled coldly, his gaze calculating. “They conspired,” he replied in a low but firm tone. “They stole Nayla's identity and made my wife suffer through memory loss. They played with her life, erasing the precious memories we once had. If they think they can get away with it, they're sadly mistaken.”His assistant remained calm on the other end of the line, waiting for further instructions. “What is your plan, sir?”Zavier stared far ahead, his eyes filled with determination. “Reclaim her face,” he said meaningfully, ”and let the fake forget her memory. Make her feel what Nayla experienced. If they dare to take my wife's life, then I will take back what they stole. The face they created, the memories they formed... let it all crumble and perish.”His assistant nodded on the other end of the line, understanding what Zavier meant. “Yes, sir. I will arrange everything.
Sefia gasped and turned her head quickly, her eyes showing obvious shock. “Oh, Zavier... I just... had some sudden business,” she stammered. “You don't need to worry. It's just a short meeting.”However, Zavier did not simply believe her. There was something in the woman's demeanor that made him suspicious, and his desire to find out more surfaced strongly.Without saying anything else, he let Sefia go first, but not long after, Zavier got into his car and started following behind.Zavier kept his distance, making sure that Sefia did not notice his presence. He drove slowly, following Sefia's car carefully. Every turn the woman took further emphasized Zavier's suspicions. “What is she really hiding?” he muttered to himself.“She doesn't look like the Nayla that belongs to me, her eyes, her voice are different, and her height. Why did I never realize that?&rdq
“Sara, a-I'll give you an extra fee... for... for what happened last night.”Hearing that, Sara's eyes rounded and a pile of tears began to gather rapidly.Those words pierced Sara's heart. It was as if everything that happened between them was just a transaction, not something that had meaning.Her face that had been full of love turned into unbearable anger. “Pay?” she snarled in a sharp voice, her eyes looking at Bram with disappointment.“So, you think I'm just a servant who can be bought? What happened last night is just something you can pay me to erase?”Bram was silent, not expecting Sara's reaction to be that harsh. He opened his mouth, trying to find words to defuse the situation, but Sara continued before he could speak.“I'm not something you can bargain with, honorable Mr. Bram! Whatever happened last nig
His ears seemed to be deaf to the words Sara threw out. To him, in that drunken state, Sara was Nayla coming back to him, and this was a chance to embrace the woman he had been longing for.“Don't leave again, Nayla... please...” she whispered desperately, holding Sara's body on the bed. Tearing off the clothes she was wearing and starting to nuzzle Sara's slender neck.Sara tried to push Bram away, trying to snap him out of his drunken stupor. “Mr. Bram, this is not Nayla! You're drunk! Let go of me!” she said in a loud and trembling voice. However, her efforts were not strong enough to sober Bram up.Feelings of fear and confusion mixed in Sara's mind. She knew that this man was obsessed with Nayla, but she never expected to be in this situation.In a last ditch effort, she gathered all the strength she had and managed to break free from Bram's grip, roll off the bed, and escape out of the room as quickly as possible, leaving Bra
Nadia's face-or Nayla, as it often crossed his mind-was so similar to the one he remembered as the wife he loved. Not just in terms of physical appearance, but also in the way she spoke, her gentle smile, and the way she looked at Zavier as if recognizing the deepest part of his soul. Every glance, every body movement, felt like an inexplicable déjà vu.Her lips and her kiss.However, the woman now in his home-who he had always believed to be Nayla-felt different.It was as if something was missing, something unseen but felt. Her gaze was empty and distant, her touch no longer providing the warmth they once shared.“Have I been blinded by my desperation to get my wife back? Is that woman really Nayla?” Zavier thought.Zavier clasped his head with both hands, trying to calm the turmoil of his feelings. If this Nadia was the real Nayla, then who was the wo
Zavier immediately turned to Nayla, who was now sitting upright on the sofa with her hair tousled and her eyes half open. He knew that the situation could get ugly if he didn't get things under control soon.“Nayla, calm down,” he said in a soothing tone on his cell phone. “I'm helping someone who needs help. There's nothing for you to worry about.”However, those words were not enough to calm Sefia down. “Helping someone? In the middle of the night like this? And that woman's voice, why is she with you?” Sefia was getting more and more agitated, her voice portraying a burning anger and jealousy.Zavier let out a long breath, realizing that a simple explanation would not be enough to ease the anger of the woman who claimed to be his wife.“Nadia is facing a complicated situation, and I can't just leave her. Believe me, I didn't do anything wrong,” she r
Zavier looked at her deeply, as if trying to find the answer behind Nadia's eyes. “Maybe there's something in you that's more than just a similar face to Nayla. Maybe, somehow, we once had more of a connection than we realized.”“Or... are you the real Nayla?” asked Zavier, but the question was more to himself as Nadia just looked at him with a sad face.They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth that still remained from that moment. Although there was a lot of confusion and questions still hanging in the air, both of them felt a strange but real bond, as if fate had brought them back together after a long time apart.The rain began to fall heavily outside, droplets soaking the windows and a soft, soothing rhythm could be heard.Zavier looked out for a moment before turning back to Nayla. Without saying much, he led her to the living room. They walked slowly, feeling the silence filled only by the sound of the rain drippi
Zavier took another step towards Nayla and said, “You rest inside and I'll take Joen home first. After that, I'll come and bring some food for you, okay?”Nayla nodded obediently and gave a warm smile and waved goodbye to Joen.They got back into the car, and Zavier drove Joen home.Along the way, his mind was spinning, thinking of the steps to take. Who exactly was the woman he brought to the empty house? Was she really the real Nayla, or just the result of Bram's crazy obsession with creating a clone?The questions kept swirling in his mind, and Zavier knew that the answers he would find might change everything.After ensuring Joen's safe return, Zavier quickly returned to the empty house. He had to talk to the woman, find out who she really was, and what was really going on. In his heart, Zavier hoped that the truth, no matter how hard it was, would come out so that everyone involved could find the peace that had been taken from thei
Having run out of steam to vent his anger, Bram shuffled towards his room. The door slammed loudly behind him, signaling that he didn't want to be disturbed.Sara stood at the door, while several servants began to organize to clean up the broken glass scattered in the living room.Moments later, there was the sound of a bottle being opened and the smell of alcohol spreading from behind the door. Bram took a rough swig of liquor, trying to shake off the deep frustration and emptiness.He felt like he had done everything-transforming Sefia into Nayla's likeness, and thinking he could slowly possess Nayla-but in reality, the real Nayla still eluded him.In that dark room, Bram felt completely defeated. No matter how much he tried to control the situation, reality always made him feel like he was chasing a shadow that he could never reach.The man occasionally shouted, startling Sara. However, the woman remained faithful and behind the door of the room