All Chapters of She Came Back to Burn: The Return of the Amnesiac Wife.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Arya~Hours passed since I landed in Hawaii. I’d taken a shower, had a meal and tried to drift off to sleep. But no matter how much I tried, it just didn’t work. The last text I had received kept flashing in my head. I pondered over the message, compared the contact of the sender with the contacts saved on my phone, yet I still couldn’t figure out who had sent it. After a long time of tossing and turning in bed, I finally gave up and padded to the living room where Edgar was working on his laptop. I lowered myself on the sofa beside him silently. He glanced at me for a split second before turning his attention back to the screen before him.“Can I have a look at the papers I signed earlier?” I asked him. He froze. His fingers hovered above the keyboard as he turned to me.“Why?”There was something unsettling about it. I didn’t know if it was as a result of the years of training I had received growing up, but my instincts bugged me. “I never had the chance to read through it.”“I did

~Arya~I was numb, staring blankly at a plain white ceiling for minutes after I woke up. A faint beeping sound floated into my ears from a distance, forming a rhythm that slowly pulled me back to my reality.My husband knew a lot about me, but he wasn’t privy to one thing - my identity. He had no idea that I was the only heiress of the Manchester empire and not the poor college student who he thought he married. I was back at the day I defied my parents and discarded my inheritance because I wanted to be with Edgar. They had arranged a marriage between me and my childhood friend who was also the son of their business allies. Lucien was the perfect man. Caring, sweet, looks to die for, and to top it all, he had eyes for only me. He had different women worshipping the ground he treaded. But I had deemed our engagement too formal. It was nothing more than a union to keep the wealth in the family, or so I thought.I should have gone along with my parents' plan for me, but I chose to marry

~Arya~“They’ll come back here to take you to the OR soon,” she muttered, snapping the straps off me. “If you don’t leave, you’ll die here.” Helping me up, she slid a purse into my hands. “There’s a car in the garage.” She gestured to the purse. “There’s also a phone in there just in case you need to call the cops for help. Don’t worry about the security, I've distracted them, but you have to be quick.”I grasped her wrists, gaping at her in awe. “Why are you helping me?”She brushed my hand away from hers. “There’s no time to ask questions, Miss Manchester. You need to get going.”Again. She was using my maiden name again. Just as I tried to process that, she blurted out directions to the garage and dashed out of the ward. I sat on the bed for what could have been a full minute, trying to wrap my head around the situation. In a space of a few days, my life did a full three sixty. Just when I had lost all hope, light suddenly appeared at the end of the tunnel. All I could think about

Arya.The waves lapped against me, furious and unrelenting. I fought hard against the tides, breaking out of the surface of the water to catch my breath. My arms flailed about helplessly as the water filled my lungs, knocking air out of them. I thrashed about, but instead of floating like I desperately wanted to, I sank deeper, faster, as if heavy chains were bound to my feet. Edgar’s face appeared right above mine.“You were never supposed to survive,” he sneered mockingly. “You should have died when I made it easy for you.”Just as his words registered, a force yanked at my legs, pulling me down into the deep.I woke up with a start, parting my lips to release a scream that never came. The first thing my eyes came in contact with was the plain white ceiling above me. The world was silent. Still.Until the noise returned.“... is getting married to the love of his life in a few weeks and his wedding is the most talked about event of the year. His fiancee, Lina Cross, who has had a ha

~Arya~His eyes raked over me, a slow and deliberate movement to search for bruises I sustained from the crash, but somehow, the action caused heat to rise up my cheeks. Pressing my lips into a thin line, I folded my arms across my chest and cleared my throat. “Before you say ‘I told you so’, I know I shouldn't have done that. But I just couldn’t stop–”“Sssh!” He placed a finger over my lips, scanning the environment. Uneasy, I pushed bile down my throat. “Reporters are lingering around,” he muttered.He was too close. Way too close for me to think about the things that were supposed to occupy my head at the moment.“Can you distract them?” The words felt forced coming through my parched throat.“They are coming. Get out of the car.” He peeled his tuxedo jacket off him and draped it over my head as I stepped out. Slamming the door with a force that caused the vehicle to shake, he slung an arm over me, shielding my face from the nosey news hounds that approached. I let him lead me awa