Novel & Cerita Bittersweet Memories Catharina Maura

(Catherine) “Madam Chairwoman!…these is not a matter of just profits…Those limbs can help so many people out there…those that were really in need of it…beside, are just going to watch and see that our discovery were made and turned into something that were going to reaped lives?…I can’t accept that!!..”.(Mariah Mills)

I shut my eyes tightly and looked up at the ceiling. "Sweetie? Sweetie?" she called. I shifted my gaze once again to the screen. "I'm sorry, mom. I can't. I can run the car company without their help." Pure determination was visible in my voice. "What's wrong? What's wrong with Natasha? Why couldn't you love her? Why can't you marry her? She's a beautiful woman and—" "Mom, enough. Yeah, yeah I know she's beautiful indeed but... but..." suddenly, the image of Angela flashed in my mind. She was smiling sweetly at me while wearing our school uniform before. The only beautiful angel I had ever met seven years ago.

A girl in her late 20’s, was walking in a hotel corridor, completely drunk. Her 5ft 6-inch figure was dangling with a lost mind over her each step. Her vision was too hazel to recognize the path in front of her, just like her life. Anger, frustration, and feeling of betrayal once again were swelling her heart.

--- Later that night, Alessio locked up. Bianca stood on the patio barefoot, holding a wine glass, smiling to herself. He stepped behind her, placed his hand gently on her shoulder. She turned. And kissed him. Not in triumph. Not in grief. Just in peace. --- EPILOGUE Five years later, a teenage girl named Maia finds herself walking through a narrow bookstore in Lisbon. Dusty. Quiet. The kind of place that smells like old paper and hard truths. She finds a shelf marked “Memory Studies.” Between two thick history books, she sees a slim gray volume with no title on the spine. Inside, a single note handwritten on the first page:

“He’s back, isn’t he?” Lilith stepped closer. “Who?” Atheira’s lips trembled. “Maeron.” And suddenly the Hollow didn’t feel safe anymore. History Unveiled The next morning, beneath the Weeping Tree, Atheira told them the full story. “Maeron was once our greatest archivist. He believed memory was salvation.” “But then he started taking memories—stripping them from the dying, rewriting their final thoughts, controlling their legacy.” “He tried to bind the fire to himself.”

She gave me a bewildered look. “What do you remember?” Egor asked, moving closer to his wife. “A conversation in a café, when you told me to move into the pack. A few days of work. Ruslan confessing his feelings. And that’s all.” “Do you remember how you got what’s on your neck?” “Yes. Ruslan did that yesterday—after I found out about my memory.” Maura’s face flickered through emotions too quickly to read. “How do you know your memory was erased?” she asked.

Judging my his appearance, I was guessing he was one. Standing by the rare left, was a lady. A brunette. She was dressed in a long gown and gloves. She had on a beautiful smile. One of the purest I had ever seen but it seemed to be a facade. Behind her smile were her eyes which didn't seem to glow as her smile did. There was something about out her which nipped at me as odd. Something wasn't right about this picture. I was still trying to wrap my head around my weary discovery when a deep video bellowed.

The memory flashed through my mind—her moaning while Nikolai fucked her from behind. It had been weeks since I'd allowed myself to think about it and it'd sent me into a fit of rage that ended with me bruising my knuckles on the punching bag. But today, it made me feel nothing. Before I could say anything, her phone chimed on the bed beside her. My eyes flicked to the screen on reflex, and I froze. Catherine Martell. Maura lunged for the phone, grabbing it with a speed that told me everything I needed to know. I slowly moved my eyes from the phone in her hand to her suddenly ashen face.