Novel & Cerita Forget Me Not Melissa Morgan

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.

Melissa got the benefit of height which made the situation worse for the old woman also known as her secretary. "I don't care what you do and how you do that. Just remember, HE is sitting out there waiting for the show to start and hit the spotlight as usual. Not only HE is the sponsor of this show but the love of my life. If I see disappointment in HIS eyes because of you, remember it will be the last day of you working in your life. I don't care if you and your family have to die and rot on the road! Don't let me start with what HE is going to do to you after HE knows that it is all your fault!" Melissa spat at the poor secretary and walked away from there after giving the poor woman one l

Melina’s voice continuously reverberated in Sotiria’s ears. Sotiria felt as if a knife had gone through her heart. She didn’t know how she managed to find her voice. “I lost my memories, so I don’t remember the grudge between me and Virginia. Melina, do you have any information on that? Melina! Why does she want to hurt me?”

I answer it anyway. “Hello.” “Memories can kill. Maybe it’s better that she doesn’t remember.” A voice says over the phone. “Who is this?” There’s no answer, the line goes dead. I hang up the phone and stare at it as if that’s going to make the number appear, or the caller call back. Then it hits me that I'd better call Mikey. I dial his number. “What’s up, Bryce?” “I got a strange call.” “And?” “And the caller told me that maybe it’s better that Tanya doesn’t remember because memories can kill.”

"The Witch erased me." "It's more than a simple erase," Kai corrected, his voice dropping an octave. "It’s a severance. Morana—she’s a Harvest Witch. She doesn't just suppress memories; she burns the neural pathways that hold them. The mind is a fragile thing, Remy. Nash’s brain has physically rewritten itself to accommodate the lie." "Then there is no hope," I said, tears stinging my eyes. "If his brain has changed..."

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

God what is wrong with me? “Um, I guess we’ll leave you two to talk.” Malvina says. She and Johanna grab glasses of champagne and walk away chatting. “So, what brings you to the island?” He asks while grabbing two glasses of champagne. “We’ll actually my best friends set all of this up. We run a law firm together and apparently they felt as though I needed a break because I lack how do you say it, a life.” I laugh nervously. “Ahh, I see. So they forced you out of your comfort zone and into the world so to speak?” He asks with that smile that makes me swoon.

I pursed my lips as I stared at her in annoyance. “I’m Melody’s sister.” Beatrice said as she reached out her hand. “Whos?” I asked as my brows pinched together. Her eyes jumped for a minute before she was smiling and staring at me like I was a child. “You don’t remember us do you?” She asked softly. Before I could speak she continued. “I knew you didn’t have your memories I just didn’t think they were completely gone.” “I have most of my memories, I just needed time for them to come back.” I lied with confidence. I lifted up my nose and stared at her with a gaze that only had her smiling.

“I miss her.” Morgan nodded slowly. “I miss my family too. Sometimes I get these flashes—memories of people who felt like everything to me. Friends. Family. But I can’t see their faces.” He fell silent, jaw tight. “I’m sorry,” he said after a moment. “Forget I said that.” Bella closed her eyes briefly. She was one of those people. And yet she was the only one who remembered. Sensing the shift in her mood, Morgan suddenly spun her lightly by the shoulders, forcing a laugh. “Alright. Enough heavy thoughts. Let’s join the party.”

It was like the waves of sound travelled in my body inviting all my internal organs to jump making me feel a bit headache and dizzy. Blake laughed at me so hard that time. I told him that I won't get in and would go back home if he'd push me to get inside the house. So, we ended up staying our ass off in the garden together with some basketball players who were drinking alcohol. It was gross when I saw some party goers puking on the side. It caused me to flip my stomach while watching them over. It was gross and hilarious yet memorable. I smiled bitterly then shook my head to get rid of that sudden reminisce. I am training myself to forget him for the second time of our lives. No reason to k