All Chapters of Daddy Doesn't Remember Mommy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 11: The Ice King CracksReese's POV The Bennett Technologies building was a towering monument of glass and black steel, piercing the gloomy New York skyline like a knife. I stepped out of my town car into the morning air but the blast of heat from the lobby doors washed over me the second my driver pulled the heavy handle.I walked through the revolving glass doors. Instantly, the low buzzing murmur of the marble-floored lobby died down to absolute silence. It always did. People stepped aside, lowering their eyes and clutching their briefcases tightly against their chests as I walked past.I was Reese Bennett. I built this tech empire from the ground up. After the accident three years ago, I had come back even sharper and more ruthless. I fed on control and thrived on order but today, my usual iron grip felt terribly slippery.I adjusted my silk tie as I walked toward the private elevators. It felt far too tight around my throat, practically strangling me. I stepped into t

CHAPTER 13: The Phantom CodeReese's POVI stared at the white text on my dead monitor blinking.ACCESS DENIED. ROUTING FAILED.The words mocked me in the quiet isolation of my office. A suffocating dread wrapped tightly around my throat, making it hard to draw a full breath. Someone was inside my company. Someone was actively bleeding Bennett Technologies dry, funneling millions of dollars out the back door and they had just slammed that door right in my damn face.I shoved the laptop away from me. It slid across the smooth glass desk and bumped against my coffee cup.I needed an offline device. More importantly, I needed Min-seo. She wasn't just a vice president. She was my business partner. We built the foundation of this corporate empire together, side by side, long before the accident erased my memories. If anyone could help me trace a shadow in the mainframe without triggering another firewall, it was her.I stood up, aggressively buttoned my suit jacket and marched out of my

CHAPTER 15: The Stoop InterrogationElodie's POV I pressed my back against the brick wall of the bodega, sinking into the deepest shadow under the tattered canvas awning. Rain dripped steadily off the fabric above me, landing on my coat. But I didn't dare move an inch. My lungs felt tight and my pulse thrashed against my ribs like a trapped bird.Down the block, luxury town car idled against the curb. I watched as Helena Bennett stepped gracefully onto the cracked concrete. Her cream-colored cashmere coat glowed against the dingy backdrop of trash cans and graffiti. She adjusted her designer gloves with slow, deliberate precision. Her towering bodyguard stood close behind her as his dark eyes scanned the empty street like a predator.They began walking down the sidewalk toward my apartment building."What's this old bitch up to?" I whispered under my breath. My jaw clenched hard my back teeth ached.I narrowed my eyes, watching her through the gloom. Helena stopped right at the bot

CHAPTER 17: EchoesReese's POVThe words hung in the dimly lit air of the VIP section as the woman stopped walking and slowly turned around."Excuse you?" she asked.Her voice was entirely wrong. It didn't have that soft breathless melody I remembered. I stared at her and my heart slammed against my ribs as the ambient amber light washed over her face. I looked at her dark hair, the elegant slope of her neck and the delicate curve of her jaw.My chest tightened as I realized it wasn't her Elodie.The woman blinked reapetedly. Looking totally surprised by the tall, brooding stranger suddenly blocking her path."I... I am so sorry," I stammered and took a quick step back.I feelt a burning rush of embarrassment crawling up my neck. "I thought you were someone else. Someone I used to... I mean, I made a mistake. Please forgive me."Her surprised expression melted into a an easy smile. It was a beautiful smile, almost as bright and captivating as the ballerina's."Oh, no problem at all,"

CHAPTER 19: The EnvelopeElodie's POV The taxi dropped Chloe off at the small preschool two blocks from our apartment. I forced a bright smile as she waved goodbye. The moment the door closed, the smile vanished and I sat there staring at nothing. The lean elderly man behind the wheel finally started the engine and drove toward Lincoln Center.Rehearsal was the only place left that still felt like mine.I changed into my practice clothes, tying the ribbons of my pointe shoes tighter than usual. The studio already hummed with the sound of other dancers warming up. Elise stretched at the barre with perfect form, glancing once in my direction before looking away. Robert Fraser stood near the mirrors, clipboard in hand and his expression unreadable.I took my place at the center of the floor when the music began. I pushed every thought of Helena, of Reese and the threatening envelope waiting somewhere in the city, into a locked box at the back of my mind. My body knew the choreograph