Forget Me Not Melissa Morgan Novels & Stories

Alissa just didn't know where her head was. It doesn't have to be that heartfelt that Josh was hurt, especially by his best friend. Why was Mason so important? That alone was the reason for this stupid idea. Josh could have been seriously injured. She really had to know what kind of business her boss was involved in and if Josh didn't want to tell her, she would investigate herself. "Earth to Ally !!" Her friend's voice pulled her out of her mind. "Yes?" Alissa put the glass that she had been polishing for a while on the sideboard and wanted to take a new one, but saw that Hannah had finished everything. Had she been lost in thought for so long?

No one knew that after every single doctor's appointment, she would secretly utter a prayer for Dylan. She'd pray for him to find peace in another life, wishing they could've had a different ending together. After I eventually passed away, she burned all of the prayer scripts she'd written for Dylan. Amid the rising smoke and flames, a hollow, solemn voice echoed, "As you wish." The scene shifted once more, showing the moment I'd stepped in and quietly called off the neurosurgeons, choosing not to restore her memories. Eleanor gasped, snapping awake as the nightmare shattered.

We both laughed, the sound cutting briefly through the heaviness of the room. “Bring back any memories?” she asked, gesturing toward the files. “Sadly.” My left hand had started trembling again. I slipped it into my lap, hoping she wouldn’t notice. “What did you make of Lenny Morgan?” I asked. Mel dropped into her chair and kicked off her shoes, stretching her legs out beneath the desk. “I thought he was a pig,” she said bluntly. “Abusive. Violent.” “What did he do?”

I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

Morgan added, trying to calm Matilda down. "What's different? Elisa just forgot Morgan's memory; what if it came back? She's still going to divorce Felix!" said Matilda, who was still adamant that Felix should divorce Elisa while she was out of her mind. "Let everything go as it is. God has given Felix and Elisa a chance to be together; after the accident, Elisa lost her memory, and their marriage was strengthened afterward," said Morgan, placing his index finger right before his wife Matilda's lips. He shook his head, then gave Matilda a quick peck on the lips that made her no longer argue.

Yuri shakes his head, “No. She isn't your wife Adrian, that's a stripper, she nothing like my sister.” “Yes,” Devon seconds. “I don't remember your wife much but that's a stripper, Capo. Her name is Medusa, we saw her show earlier, remember?” Her show? “What show?” I frown, I don't remember seeing her before now. “Before we went to the private lounge.” “She was there?” I scowl, I didn't notice, I was working on my phone the whole time everyone is preoccupied with the dancers. “Adrian, what's gotten into you?” Hunter snaps, walking outside the club with a tequila bottle. “You made a scene, If I didn't know the owner we would have been kicked out like dogs.”

She was taken to court and prosecuted by the Emersons, who were out for blood. Although the victim, Cleo, miraculously made it out alive, both of his legs were crushed on the spot, and he was wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life. His assistant was the closest person in the area when the accident happened and the first one to rush to him. He was the one who heard the last thing Cleo said before he passed out. “Make sure she… she doesn’t know about this.” The assistant did a terrific job and kept everything under cover. Even when Amelia was thrown into prison, Cecil did not know about what happened.

Although I survived, the doctors said my brain had suffered severe trauma, causing memory issues. One moment, I might remember something; the next, it would be gone. So, I developed the habit of keeping a diary. I flipped through the entries, realizing that almost all of them were about Caleb. Of course they were. I liked him and pursued him for seven years. I was terrified that I might forget him. So I wrote about him again and again, as if I could carve those feelings into my mind. But now, I had finally realized that I'd been a fool for these past seven years.

Melissa was baffled to discover that Melody had broken it with ease. "What’s the relationship between Cyril, Leroy, and you?" Melody asked, going straight to the point. Melissa lowered her eyes, and intertwined her hands subconsciously. Seeing her hesitation, Melody smiled and said bluntly, "You’re not the leader of Organization V, he is. Am I right?" Melissa looked at Melody in disbelief. Looking at her expression, Melody knew she was right.

And as far as I remember there is no meeting that his presence is needed and I'm the one who's in charge in the company right now so how come his in meeting for business? Did he already remember something? I gasped as I realize what I'm thinking. Did he really not remember me yet or did he not forgotten me? I felt like insane of what I am thinking, how can he remember me when the doctor also said that he might had an amnesia. Gosh, this is killing me. I sighed and look at my Secretary who's looking at me so serious. "I don't know why he didn't tell me too but I trust him, for now." I said. "Also, investigate of whom Sylvester going to meet everyday."