Forget Me Not Bombshell Novelas e Histórias

Like something in me cracked and no one noticed. Sophia flinched next to me. Her fingers trembled against mine. "He’s not here. He left twenty minutes before the blast." My stomach turned. I pulled my hand from hers and stormed toward what used to be my car. The front end was gone. Blackened. Twisted. Smelled like death. That bomb was meant for me. I knew it. Everyone knew it. "He’s out. Effective immediately. Lock him out of every damn line. Finance, shipping, and ports. Pull everything."

“Never used.” And then there was a photograph. I lift it with trembling fingers. Dad and Marcus on the deck of the “Scheherazade”, shaking hands. *Three hours before my father shot himself.* The edges are singed, as if someone tried to burn it but changed their mind. “Damien.” Elena answers on the first ring. “You’re not going to believe what I just found.” Her screen shares a document a Blackstone internal memo, marked **CONFIDENTIAL** in bold red letters.

“I actually forgot you had a wife.” He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. My head snapped up. “No, really, Damon. I forgot. That’s how far gone I’ve been. That’s how deep in your cock I’ve been. That’s how dumb you’ve made me. I mean—God—I’m here fucking you like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, like I don’t have a single brain cell left, and all this time you’ve got her—” I held up the frame like it was evidence in court “—sitting right here in a frame beside the goddamn mail. Not hidden. Not stored away. Here.”

Tom growled, holding his head. Celeste took the pillow from the bed and threw it on the monitor. It is clear now her father is the reason she lost her memory. Anthony was all the time right in enlightening her about her monstrous father but she was stupid to believe Tom’s words instead of Anthony. How could the man who contributed to her birth turn so malign towards her? “Don't worry, this plan is not going to fail.” The technician replied while fixing the wires for the bomb to explode. Tom nodded and left the place along with Dave.

I never failed to tell him that he was handsome, but when it came to face, it seemed that my tongue always retreated. To hide my embarrassment, I said, “I did not tell you anything like that. Your memory is erroneous.” “I have all the evidence. Want me to print them out?” “I already deleted my Swiped account.” “I took a screenshot before.” “You're not funny, Everette.” “I'm not being one. I'm sure you did, too.” “I did not,” I denied even if I created a folder with all our conversations thinking I could go back to it if I wanted to. For memories.

Josh looked at her in disbelief. “She threw herself off a bridge a few days later, in her suicide note that she regretted sleeping with a married man and that she might have ruined a marriage like that. She didn't want to live with the guilt. " "Did she say who the man was in the letter?" Alissa shook her head. “No, only my mother and I knew that. And Albert of course. " "Was she depressed or something?" She looked at him in amazement. "No. Why do you ask?"

"Hannie, don't forget to feed Evie's dog today." Trevor Hayes' voice came through the phone—the voice I would never forget. I stood frozen, unable to believe what I was seeing. Outside the window, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" played faintly, as if the holidays refused to end. I rushed to the mirror. My skin was smooth again, and the scar was completely gone. Then, it hit me. I, Hannah Shaw, had come back to life.

Director’s Blind Spot Director believed this was a duel. Two players remembering the same game. But what if, he wasn’t remembering the whole board either? She opened a secure line. Not to media. Not to regulators. To the analyst. The third memory holder. He answered immediately. “You found him.” Her breath caught. “You know who I’m talking about.” “Yes.” Silence. “You remember more than the bridge.” “Yes.” “How much?” A pause. “I remember a conversation that never happened publicly.” Her pulse thudded.

“If you’re watching this, it means Victor’s dead. How tragic.” Her smile chilled the room. "Don't worry, though. I'll do his memory justice. You know, I don't want to kill you. Not entirely. I want you to understand what it's like to lose everything." The screen flared—and displayed video from within Graves Enterprises. A bomb. Located beneath the west wing. Detonation sequence: 03:17 Killian and Elena ran. To Be Continued…

“Miss Johnson, something horrible has happened. A bomb went off last night, killing two members of staff.” My eyes widen. I can feel them bulging from my skull. What?