Burnt For Her, Saved By Amnesia Novels & Stories

"The least you can do is be grateful. I saved you from jail, Jenny. Self-protection wouldn’t have worked. She didn’t even have a weapon." Then it hits me like a freight teacher. "You employed them, didn’t you?" I accuse, my voice of growing. His smirk deepens, and I sense my stomach twist. "Was the entire twist of fate scripted too? Is she even inside the medical institution, or is she sunbathing in Ibiza proper now?" He leans back, his demeanor relaxed, almost bored. "I thought you knew me better than that, Jenny. Why would I waste time and money just to make you cry? Luck was genuinely on my side."

Derek turned to ask the doctor while Nirvana still hadn't found it in her to pay him any mind. “According to the test we did, Miss Nirvana might have amnesia. It is a big miracle that she is awake now, the accident wasn’t something that most people survive.” Amnesia? Accident? Christmas? Innocent act? Everything that was jumbled up suddenly made more sense. But it was totally unbelievable. The fact that she was given a second chance to right all her wrongs was too surreal. She was back to the time where she could save herself before it was too late while also giving the scum and that unpleasant wife of his what they both deserved.

The camera’s red light blinks in the corner, broadcasting our pain to an unknown watcher, and I clutch my stomach, my unborn child—Julian’s child a fragile hope anchoring me to this nightmare. My memories are splintered, Lucas’s lies painting him as my savior, Julian as a threat, but Julian’s touch, his warmth, sparks fragments of truth: the gala, his gentle kiss, the night we shared, the promise of freedom. My amnesia, caused by Emily’s accident, holds me prisoner, but I’m fighting, each flicker of memory a rebellion against the cage Lucas built around me. “Julian,” I whisper, my voice trembling, my hand reaching for his, ignoring the sting of my bandaged wrists. “You’re hurt.”

Twenty-Two: The Rescue Cecilia POV The doctor’s hands were cold. He pressed against my skin, checking the burns with a detached precision. He smeared the ointment over the raw spots where the clamps had been, his movements efficient. He didn't look me in the eye. His touch was detached, almost bored, as if he’d seen hundreds of girls like me wired up and screaming.

"My memories of the accident finally came back and now, I know it was Bianca who dragged me out of that burning room years ago. She is my true first love, and I will not waste any more time living a lie with a woman my family forced into my life." I stared at him in disbelief, wondering what had come over him. For years, I had managed Elias’s amnesia which was as a result of a fire outbreak. I stood diligently by him, gave up the things I loved doing and now, he thinks Bianca is the one who saved him?

She was the version of me who had existed before Selena Cross, before the rejection, before Damian, and before I had forgotten who I truly was. She looked at Damian first, and a strange sadness appeared in her eyes. Then she turned toward me and smiled as though she had been waiting for this exact moment since the beginning of time. “You finally remembered,” she said. I could not answer. She raised one hand toward the darkness behind her, and the entire chamber began shaking again. “And now,” she said, “you must remember why you chose to destroy yourself.” The First Flame inside my chest suddenly reignited. But this time, it was black.

Suddenly— the voice from inside laughed. “She still doesn’t remember everything.” Amara froze. Lucian’s expression darkened. The voice continued. “Ask her what happened after she saved you.” Amara shook her head. “I don’t know.” “You do.” “No!” The doorway pulsed. A flash of memory struck her. Amara screamed. Lucian caught her. “Amara!” She clutched her head. Images flooded her mind. A burning world. Lucian unconscious in her arms. A sword through her chest.

"Mother? What are you talking about? He saved me. He found the best doctors in Switzerland when everyone else had given up." "He didn't save you, Maria! He erased you!" Mother stepped toward me, her eyes filled with a heartbreaking pity that made me feel smaller than a child. "You didn't have amnesia from the fire. You had a healthy brain that he forced into submission. He paid those 'doctors' to suppress your memories of the accident—memories of how the brake lines were cut before we ever hit the ice. He didn't want a sister who remembered his betrayal. He wanted a puppet who believed he was her savior."

the man said. "Who is your boss? How do you know that I have a secret wife and I'm divorced?" Morgan asked. "You'll find out for yourself one day. You must promise to help our boss when the time comes." "I promise, I will bring this woman. I know she's not Alice because if she was she would have been so happy when I hugged her. She's such a freak," Morgan said as he looked at the woman who resembled Alice. "This woman has severe amnesia. She lost all her memories because the account found her near death during a fire in another country's hospital. Take good care of this woman and educate her like your dead ex-wife." the man immediately told Morgan to take the woman who looked like Alice home

“You have no idea what I had to do to survive, Maya,” she said, her voice low and cold. “You have no idea what this world has turned me into.” I shook my head, my throat tightening. “Then tell me. Tell me what happened.” Chloe sighed, running a hand through her short, choppy hair. “After *The Burning*, I was trapped. The fires spread faster than anyone could’ve predicted, and I was caught in the middle of it. I tried to get to you, but… I couldn’t make it. I thought you were dead.”