All Chapters of Whispers Of a Forgotten Love : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

After finishing our meal and sipping the last of our juice, Elena stood up gracefully. I rose to my feet right behind her. She walked over to the edge, then paused, taking in the breathtaking view of the Empire State Building. A soft smile played on her lips as the city lights reflected in her eyes. She looked genuinely happy, completely lost in the moment.After a few minutes of enjoying the view—though my eyes had never really left her—we finally turned to leave. She glanced at me with that same bright smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back. We made our way to the amusement park, the breeze brushing against us as the city buzzed with life around us.I drove her to the amusement park, and we made our way inside, blending into the cheerful crowd. We played a lot—ring toss, water gun races, even the strength tester. I hadn’t seen Elena smile so brightly and freely in a long time, and seeing that made everything worth it. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the lights around us

We walked in together, and I sat on the bed quietly. Suddenly, the terrifying scene replayed in my head, and I started trembling from fear. Eric noticed immediately and rushed over, pulling me into a warm embrace that felt like forever. I didn’t want to let go. As he held me, I felt something—something familiar, something deep. A strange spark lit up inside me. It felt like… maybe we’ve been this close before…, I've had this memory with him, I've had the feeling before and I so much love it that I don't want to let go.We stayed like that for a few minutes, wrapped in silence. Then he gently pulled back, his hands resting firmly on my shoulders. "I'm here, don't be scared. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll always protect you," he said, his voice soft but firm. I looked up at him, searching his face—and there it was, sincerity shining clearly in his eyes. But… why? Why would he want to protect me? He’s just my boss. Even Adrian, my own husband, never stood up for me like t

I sat quietly, taking a slow sip from the wine glass when Peter burst through the door, breathless. “What’s it? Are you being chased?” I asked sharply, narrowing my eyes at him. His face was pale, and sweat clung to his forehead. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good."I... I... I saw Miss Linda at the hideout," Peter stammered, still trying to catch his breath. "The one you told me to watch, to see if Mrs. Dora would show up? It wasn’t her. It was Miss Linda instead." My grip on the wine glass tightened as I slowly stood up, eyes fixed on him. Linda?" I repeated coldly. "Are you sure about what you saw?""Yes, I can't possibly mistake her. She's the one I saw," Peter said firmly. "I saw her with a strange man.""A strange man?" I repeated, my voice lowering with suspicion. "Yes sir," he nodded. "They were both talking, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying... I tried to move closer, but the man kept looking around like he suspected something." I paced slowly, proces

I picked up the car key and stepped outside, sliding into the driver’s seat with a heavy sigh. My hands gripped the wheel as I waited—heart racing—for the next move.After about five minutes, my phone finally beeped. I snatched it up and opened the message.The address was there… followed by a chilling warning: “Come alone, if you don’t want to lose your sister.”Without wasting a second, I copied the address and forwarded it to a “number”.Then I hit the ignition and drove out of the compound, mind clouded with fear, anger, and a growing sense of urgency.I drove recklessly through the streets, not caring who stared or how many traffic rules I broke. My only focus was the address. My sister. I pulled up in front of an old, abandoned storey building, its walls cracked and paint peeling. My heart pounded in my chest as I jumped out of the car and sprinted inside. The stairs creaked under my weight as I rushed up to the first floor. I pushed open the rusty door of a room—and there s

I got up from my bed early in the morning, heart racing with excitement. Today, I’d see Adrian. “Maybe he’s changed his mind,” I whispered to myself, smiling .Maybe grandpa wants to talk about our wedding… just maybe. The thought made my chest flutter. I hugged my pillow, feeling giddy. But my joy was short-lived. Dora’s voice echoed in my head like a warning bell: *“No falling in love.”* I sighed. “But I love Adrian already…” I muttered, staring at the ceiling. My heart didn’t care about rules—it had already chosen. Shaking off the thoughts, I jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. I had to look perfect today.I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in the soft scent of my vanilla body wash, feeling fresh and hopeful. I slipped into my lilac sundress—it hugged my body just right, delicate and light like the morning breeze. Sitting in my vanity, I applied light makeup, just enough to glow but not too much to seem desperate. A soft nude lip, brushed brows, and a