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Patrick’s POVI finally had it. The answer. After weeks of digging through old records and paid-off clerks, I found the truth about Lisa’s father, and it was not small news.I had not slept well the night before. My head was still playing around with the things I had put together.The name was right there in the file. I put everything in a plain envelope. My client, Andre, had been pushing hard for this. He needed to know.The truth about the girl, Rachel Shaw: Lisa. More than her accident, more than her memory loss. I got in my car and started driving to his office. The envelope sat on the passenger seat. I felt good. This was a big break.Inside was an envelope with everything. Records, a birth certificate, and a link that explained why too many people were circling around this woman. I knew Andre would pay me more once he saw it. He was obsessed with her, and I was tired of his late-night calls asking if I had something, anything. Now, I could finally deliver.My eyes kept

Lisa’s POVThe street felt quieter now, even with the guys gathered around me. The hooded man who had chased me was gone, but my heart was still racing. I took off my cap and looked at Jayjay. He was giving me a look of confusion.“I don't understand.”I sighed. “You seem to know me, but the thing is…” I said, with my voice low. “I don’t remember you. I don’t remember any of you. I… I was in an accident. I lost my memories.”For the first time, their excitement dropped. The men looked at each other. Jayjay's eyes grew even wider, if that was even possible.“What do you mean you don’t remember?” he asked slowly.“I mean exactly that,” I whispered. “After the accident, I couldn’t remember anything about my life. Not my past. Not the people I knew. Nothing. I only know my name Rachel, now, because of what I found in some records. Then you called me Rachel.”I looked at the faces of the men around me. They were all watching me, waiting for my reaction. I had just told them about the a

Andre’s POVI had been trying to reach Patrick for days. My calls went straight to voicemail. My texts showed as delivered but were never read. At first, I told myself he was busy, maybe working leads, maybe being careful. But the longer the silence dragged on, the more anxious I became.Patrick wasn’t the type to just disappear like that. He liked to brag when he got close to something, even if it was half a lead. Silence meant trouble.By the end of the week, I couldn’t sit still anymore. Something was wrong.I decided to go to his office. It was a small place in a busy part of the city. The door was locked. The lights were off. I knocked. No one opened the door.A woman from the office next door stuck her head out. "Are you looking for Pat?" she asked. She was one of those ladies, always cheerful, who had an answer for everything."Yes. Is he around?"“Patrick isn’t in right now,” she chirped.“When will he be back?” I asked.She hesitated, "Um… haven't seen him in days," s

Lisa’s POVThe morning sun from the curtain was too bright for my tired eyes. I had barely slept after sneaking out last night. My head was still full of JayJay’s story and the way the guys had looked at me like I was someone important to them… which of course I didn't remember.When I came into the kitchen, I saw that Riley was already there.She was pouring cereal into her mouth straight from the box.She raised her brows the second she saw me.“So,” she said, dragging the word out. “Anything you want to tell me?”I froze. “What do you mean?”She set the cereal box down and leaned against the counter. She gave me a ‘don't mess with me before my morning coffee’ look.“Don’t play dumb with me. I know you didn’t stay in your room last night. I heard the front door. Where did you go?”I sighed, pulling out a chair. “Fine. I went to see that guy. The one we met that day.”Riley’s mouth dropped open. “You mean the thug? The ones hanging around with the cigarettes?”I nodded.Her voice

Lisa’s POVThe day had started normally enough. I was at the gallery finishing a sketch for a new collection that Mara wanted displayed near the entrance. Riley was helping Max sort some frames when the door opened. I barely looked up, expecting another client or a delivery.Then I looked up.Standing there in the middle of the gallery was a woman who was dressed in expensive clothes.She had an irritated look on her face.It was Andre’s mother.My heart jumped. I had not seen her since I left Andre's house. Mara, who had been in her office but apparently knew she was coming, smiled and hurried over to greet her.“Mrs. DeLuca,” she said with her professional smile. I had not seen her since the day I left Andre. But I was sure she knew we were no longer together. So why was she here?“Welcome to the gallery,” Mara said. “Can I help you?”Andre’s mother ignored her. Her eyes locked on me. She walked straight toward me.My voice spoke before I could stop it. “Mother…”The word le