Forget Me Not Melissa Morgan Novels & Stories

"You’re still here, Elisa. And you’re stronger than you think." "Am I?" she asked The question lingered, but Catherine didn’t have an answer, if only she just acted like she had told her to, she wouldn’t have asked Alex to wipe her memory. *** Melissa didn’t stop running until her lungs burned and her legs threatened to give out, she ducked into an alley, pressing herself against the wall. Her burner phone vibrated. She answered without thinking. “Melissa.” It was Rico. Her stomach dropped. “How did you…”

POV: PATRICK My phone kept ringing relentlessly until I entered the company, where Heloise and her brother, Celdric, were waiting for me in the meeting room. The new assistant, with wide, lost eyes, approached me. “Good morning, Mr. Morgan. I'm Melissa, your new assistant,” she said, stopping by my side and handing over various papers and folders. “I was instructed to give you these contracts for review.” I kept my gaze on the glass-walled meeting room; she followed my gaze, shivering nervously.

“Besides, I got random calls that day. I didn’t know which one was yours.” “You still don’t remember me, do you?” Melissa asked, holding Eureka’s confused gaze. “We really need to have a private moment to talk. You can’t keep living like this, with no memories of your past. If not for your parents or husband, then at least for the time we shared together. We promised never to forget each other. I know it’s not your fault, which is why you need to reconnect with those you knew to help you remember. Are you interested or not?”

Right then, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down to see Mellisa's name flash across the screen. My heart eased for a moment until I opened the message. “I went to the Morgan’s family house to see Mrs. Morgan for an impromptu farewell. I’ll explain better when I see you. I’ll be back in a jiffy and don’t miss me too much in case you get back before I do. LOL!” At first, I almost smiled. That was so her—lighthearted even when her world was heavy. But as the words sank in, the small smile dropped from my face.

On New Year's Eve, my little brother begs me to play hide-and-seek with him. The moment I cover my eyes and count to 30, the "eraser" in my mind starts moving again. I stand frozen for a few seconds, then turn around, go back inside, and start watching TV. An hour later, Mom crouches down in front of me. "Sweetheart, where's your little brother?" Little brother? I blink, confused. "I don't have a little brother…" Her expression drops instantly. Leaving the New Year's Eve dinner untouched, everyone surges out into the heavy snow. But no matter how hard we search, we can't find my brother. Mom raises her hand and slaps me hard across the face. Her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't I tell yo

She frowned deeply. "I seriously can't believe you forgot all about me Easton, despite the promise you made to me, you still forgot about me and everything we shared! All the time that I was in Columbia, I got no calls from you, no text messages either, nothing at all. I'm really mad at you Easton." She angrily turned her back to him. Easton sighed deeply, then he slowly turned her to face him. "Come on Melissa, I didn't forget about you." He said calmly.