Forget Me Not Melissa Morgan Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I need to go home.” Evelyn nodded once. “I expected that day would come.” “What I didn’t expect,” Melissa continued quietly, “is that they waited until now to remember I existed.” Silence stretched between them. “Be careful,” Evelyn finally said. “People who erase you once rarely welcome your return.” Melissa turned, meeting her gaze fully. “I’m not returning to be welcomed,” she said. There was no anger in her voice. No trembling. Just certainty. She looked back toward the darkened window, the city still alive beyond it.

Melissa, on the other hand, remains eerily composed, a hint of satisfaction playing at the corners of her lips. Unbeknownst to Terry, she had been meticulously planning this encounter, and now her scheme had come to fruition. As Melissa's mind drifts into a flashback, she recalls the conversation she had with Miranda, their heads bent together in secrecy. It was during this exchange that Melissa learned about the upcoming party Terry was hosting, an event she had no desire to attend. Miranda, a mastermind in orchestrating manipulative scenarios, outlined a plan for Melissa to follow.

Marrissa's point of view I watched Morgan walk away and sighed in frustration. At this point, my mind was more of a battlefield than an organ. My memories keep clashing with fears, love wrestling with pain. Morgan's words kept ringing in my ears, wrapping around me like a chain I was not sure that I wanted to break. "I need a distraction before I run mad," I whispered, dialing Molly's number. I wanted to be sure she was at home. After confirming she was I booked a ride to her apartment. I closed my eyes all through the journey, forcing back the tears threatening to fall.

Melissa looked at me with particular attention. "Oh, but it was Joyce's perfume, way too sweet," I explained. "I don't know about that." Melissa looked at me. "But what about you, Mel? What's bothering you?" I asked, noticing she was being unusually quiet. "The only thing bothering me in life is called Fernando Molina!" She clicked her tongue. "Sometimes Fred is just too laid-back, you know? I see all of you evolving, your lives changing, and mine is exactly where it was when I arrived in this city."

'Breathe in, Breathe out' I try to calm myself as I watch her leave. "Annalisa come back here!" Mrs. Lilian shouts after her but she ignores and walks off. "Don't worry, I'd go after her," I said with a small fake smile. XAVIER'S POV Sitting alone at the busy park in Buckhead and watching several kids play and run around, a lot of thoughts run through my mind and I'm forced to go back through memory lane. My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me.

"I think we're done." Maia threw herself on the couch then close her eyes. I chuckled. She looks so cute. I'm glad that she's here because I somehow forgot how I end up in this situation. I took my phone to take a picture of her when I noticed that there is a new message and a missed call.

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?”

For ten years, I stood beside Adrian Shaw while he clawed his way up from nothing to a nine-figure fortune. In all that time, he never once took me anywhere that cost more than twenty dollars a head. On the eve of our tenth anniversary, I sent him a link to the steakhouse I'd been saving for years. His expression darkened. "Just because we have money now doesn't mean we can forget how hard life can get. Thrift is a virtue, Nora. Don't lose it." I thought he had a point, so I nodded and agreed to cancel the reservation. Then, on the day I went to the restaurant to cancel it, I saw Adrian across the dining room, having dinner with a girl. He cut her steak for her, then reached over and ge

Rose Murdock's POV By the time I came back to my senses and quickly hung up the phone, I had already heard more than enough. There was a sheet of paper lying on the carpet. I picked it up—it was a medical report. The diagnosis read end-stage heart failure. In the patient column, the name written there was Adrian Sanders, the same one I had just heard on the phone. That was when I remembered the recent news regarding the leader of the pack's most powerful mercenary corps, Orion. He had suddenly announced that he would hand over his authority to his deputy.

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."