Fates Entwined Her Stolen Memories Mga Nobela at Kwento

The memory stung, and I hesitated, my fingers hovering over my phone to call him. But what could I say? Sorry for shattering your heart? Sorry for choosing duty over love? I pushed aside the thoughts and lifted the hem of my wedding gown, the delicate fabric now feeling suffocating. I needed to leave this place. Outside, the cool night air engulfed me as I hailed a cab, the neon lights were blurring together as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”

You appear as if the world has conspired against you. She averted her gaze, staring at the rhythmic swipe of the wipers, the world outside a blur of neon and shadow. The towel became her shield, twisted between her fingers as memories assaulted her: Thorne's laughter in stolen moments, the way his fingers had traced her spine with feigned devotion. Now, those recollections soured, tainted by the image of him entangled with Elowen, her ring glinting like a dagger. Silence enveloped them, thick and charged, until Riven broke it, his words landing with quiet precision.

He sat on the coffee table across her bed. "That robbery was just an excuse to take you with me. However, things didn't go as planned," he sighed. "Luther just had to interfere and ruin everything." "You made me lose my memory because of your obsession?" she was starting to get worked up. "It's not an obsession, honey. It's just how you make fate stay on your side." "Fate?" she asked. "What fate are you even talking about?" "Fate happens when you meet your soulmate, Vivs! And I just happened to meet you!"

Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled—not overhead, but below, as if the underworld itself had shifted. “She’s calling me,” Marisella said. “But it’s not just her voice this time. There’s more. A memory. Someone else.” She staggered toward the blade, drawn to it against every warning screaming in her veins. As her fingers hovered near its hilt, a surge of vision slammed into her mind. --- **A fractured memory:** A silver-cloaked man stood on a battlefield, staring at a crown floating above molten ground. His eyes glowed the same amethyst as her pendant. “She gave up everything,” he said to someone unseen. “But it wasn’t enough. She’s coming back—to finish it.”

I was the shadow, unnoticed, unloved, my art dismissed while hers was praised. When Julian saw her, not me, at the gala, his blue eyes locked on her, my envy ignited, a plan forming to steal her memories, keep her from him. The accident was perfect, the drugs precise, but now she’s slipped away, her memories returning, I’m sure, while I’m trapped, hunted, my allies crumbling.

she winced as a sharp pain shot through her scalp “Miss Khanna, Who else is a part of my life is not important, what’s important is that you are entangled with me just like this,” he bought his entangled fingers before her face “No matter how hard you try, you will be unable to get rid of me, our fates are already entwined like this and you can’t do much about it,” His gaze fell to the silver lock pendant that hung around her neck, then back up to her eyes, a strange emotion stirred in his eyes

She then finished it before the time ends and ready herself for their date. END OF FLASHBACK

His eyes stayed on the wedding chain. “What?” She asked. “So we got married?” “Yes.” She said. “It’s been like only a month since the wedding.” “Um…Okay,” he said taking it in. “What is the last thing you remember?” She asked. “I don’t know… things are in fragments.” He said. “Wait, I think I kind of remember the wedding. Maybe not. Maybe it is my imagination. I remember hooking up with you though.” “We did not hook up. I mean, we did not have sex yet,” She avoided his eyes, going scarlet.

The truth lies before her. He gazed steadily into her eyes. Something about their intensity managed to unlock some of the memories she’s cast out of her mind. She needed to turn away. The eye contact is taking down her resolve. She remembers them in foggy recollections of that one fateful night. As if it wasn’t enough to make her break the oath of never digging up the memories, Vren pulled her close, ushering his mouth to hers. It took her a few seconds to realize what was happening.