《SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Hope. I woke up lazily taking in my surroundings; I was still in the couch. This is the third time this week I have woken up in the living room. I looked at my wrist watch, ten o’clock. Then it all started coming back to me the events of last night, I stayed up late waiting for ace to come home but just like the previous two days I fell asleep still waiting. I slowly got up and headed up the stairs to my room, I went straight to the window, and his car was not in the driveway I quickly picked up my phone from where I had thrown it last night out of disappointments, it was still empty no call or text from him. “Can you get the car ready?” I asked Marco as soon as I saw him. “You are not allowed to leave the premises ma’am, for your own safety of course.” He said politely with a smile. “I am going to see my husband Marco, am assuming something bad has happened to him that is why I haven’t heard or seen him in the past three days. So get the car ready Marco we are going to his office.

Chapter 12. Damian. “How is she doing?” I finally asked the doctor s soon as he joined me in his office. “She is still the same, she doesn’t remember anything that happened and with the kind of trauma she underwent she might not remember for a while. Her brain shut down and in order for her to regain her memories she will have to relive everything she went through and that might send her back into shock mode so in her case it’s advisable she doesn’t know the full details of what happened to her at lest not right now.” “And when can I take her home?” “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have her discharged she is still unstable.” “I know doc, but being who I am, I have a lot of enemies and probably the people who took her are still after her, she is not safe in this hospital I need her back in the house where she is under heavy security, I can have a nurse come stay with her until she is out of the woods.” “That could, work and it could help with her being in a familiar environmen

Hope. I struggled underneath the layers of fog surrounding my head. I murmured a low protest when i opened my eyes. Awareness was not what i sought. The blanket of dark, of oblivion, was what I wanted. There was nothing for me in wakefulness. My life was one black hole of nothingness. My name was all that lingered in the confusing layers of my mind. Hope. I searched for more. Answers i needed to questions that swarmed me every time i wakened. My past lay like a great barren landscape before me. The answers dangled beyond me, taunting me and escaping before i could reach out and take hold. I turned my head on the thin pillow, fully intending to slip back into the void of sleep when a firm hand grasped mine. Fear scurried up my spine until i remembered that i was safe and in a hospital. Still,i yanked my hand away as my chest rose and fell with my quick breaths. “You must not go back to sleep, beautiful . Not yet.” The man’s voice slid across my skin, leaving warmth in its wake.

Hope. Two days later, i sat nervously in a wheel chair, my fingers clutched tightly around the blanket the nurse had draped over my shoulders. Damian was standing behind me as the nurse gave him my aftercare instructions. I Really didn't want to leave, atleast not yet. The man claimed to be my husband but I had no memory of him. It didn’t help the fact that he made me nervous and self conscious. He would make any woman wearing hospital gowns feel small compared to his dolce pants. The man was built different with blue eyes and hair as shiny as a new toy. How he chose me to be his wife still puzzled me. I was nothing like him. I straightened my maternity top that one of the nurses had been so kind to provide. I was about four months pregnant. I had no idea how I felt about the pregnancy. The staff at the hospital had been so kind to me, and leaving them to go home with a stranger felt like still stepping into unknown land. But Damian had said I had no family, or at least that's wha

Hope. My forehead wrinkled as my eyebrows came together. I pressed, trying to struggle through the thick cloak of black in my mind. Surely there had to be something, some spark of a memory. “Yet I wasn’t harmed,” i said in disbelief. “A fact I’m very grateful for,” Damian said. “Still, it must have been very frightening.” A sudden thought came to me, and my hand flew from his in alarm. “Was anyone else hurt?” Again his gaze flickered away from me for just a second. He reached up and recaptured my hand then brought it to his lips. A soft gasp escaped me when he pressed a kiss to my palm. “No.” I sagged in relief. “I wish I could remember. I keep thinking if I just try a little harder, it will come, but when I try to focus on the past, my head starts to spin.” Damian frowned. “This is precisely why I do not like to discuss the accident with you. The doctor warned against causing you any upset or stress. You must put the incident from your mind and focus on regaining your strength