All Chapters of The Forgotten Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

She regained consciousness in the hospital. Feeling exhausted and weary. She remembered nothing—not even her own name. On the soft, white bed lay a woman who slowly opened her eyes. She could not move her body. Every attempt to do so only rewarded her with unbearable pain. For a moment, she froze when she realized where she was. She was in a single room, alone. Gathering her courage, she pulled the blanket higher to cover herself from the piercing cold. What was she doing in the hospital? And why was she there in the first place? She tried hard to recall her senses, but no memory came into her mind. Then she heard the door open and close. The sound of footsteps slowly approached where she lays. She could not bring herself to look at whoever it was. All she could do was pretend to be asleep. She heard a deep sigh. Right before her was an unfamiliar scent and a figure she did not recognize. “Aeliana…” A man. The voice belonged to a man. Her chest stirred at the sound, awakening

Day and night passed swiftly. Little by little, Aeliana was learning to adapt to the modern world around her. Silvanus could see it—he could feel it. For reasons he could not explain, he too began to sense a change within himself. Aeliana, his wife—though stricken with amnesia—moved and spoke differently than before. Her manner was unusual, even peculiar. Bob and Lindy, the couple who had known her from the very beginning, also noticed this on the first day they saw her again. Silvanus was troubled. He could not bear the thought of Aeliana suffering further. Thus, he decided that the only way to shield her from more pain was to remain silent, to keep certain truths locked within himself. Not long ago, Silvanus had received a phone call from his parents, Hannah and Dave, inviting him to return home to where they lived. Hannah and Dave harbored resentment toward Aeliana. Once, they had been kind and welcoming in the days when he and Aeliana were still lovers. But one mistake—one tra

Seated on the couch was a little girl. In front of her stood a man and a woman, both smiling warmly at her. The house was grand, filled with guests applauding and celebrating. Everyone seemed joyful, as though the moment itself was wrapped in happiness. The little girl stood and walked toward the stage. There she was—smiling as if there were no tomorrow—wearing an elegant gown that shimmered beneath the chandelier lights. On the opposite side stood two tall, magnificent cakes, each adorned with the number ten on top. To the tune of Moonlight Sonata, the little girl felt a tender solitude radiating from the artist playing the piano. The music fit perfectly for the moment, graceful and gentle—just like the young girl standing proudly on the stage. And then, she began to dance. The little girl swayed to the sound of the music, her movements graceful and light. Everyone in the room chanted her name, praising and complimenting her. It was her tenth birthday. The guests came from