Forget Me Not Melissa Morgan Novels & Stories

"Hello?" ​The same mysterious female voice spoke from the other end. "Watch the video." ​Javier stiffened as he overheard. "What video?" ​"The one inside the package," the woman replied. ​Nina's grip tightened around the phone. "Who are you?" ​The woman ignored the question. "If you want to know why your husband forgot your anniversary... start by learning what happened six years ago." ​The call disconnected. ​Without wasting another second, Nina hurried to her laptop and inserted the flash drive. Only one untitled file appeared on the screen. Javier clicked play.

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

Although I felt relief as those painful memories slowly faded, a new fear began to take root—the fear of forgetting entirely. Forgetting the things I cared about. Forgetting the truth I had been waiting for. When I tried to recall what exactly I was waiting for, I realized I could barely remember anymore. Then, one day, a call broke through the fog. On the other end, a man's voice rang with excitement. "The men have been released. I’ve uncovered some new leads. Give me one more month, and I swear I’ll get to the truth. You’ll finally be proven innocent, and you can have a happy family again."

The waves were strong, and the water was deep. Morgan lost some of her memories. When she met the Cortezes, who were grieving the loss of their daughter, she took Melissa's name and survived. Because of her young age and the trauma she had endured, she had no idea that she was originally a Kingsley. Kieran had searched for her for fifteen years. Finally, he could sit back and close his eyes. "The prison cell I had been locked in has finally set me free." "I have a favor to ask of you, Mr. Kingsley. Don't tell Melissa who she is just yet. I'm afraid that it'll be too much for her right now."

Still, she didn't want to alarm the woman and decided to keep quiet for now. "I just wish I could get onto the island and take a look at the house. There has to be a ton of documents that would help my investigation into the murders and give it that personal element. I haven't even got a photograph of Sarah Elliott. It's so frustrating," Clarissa tapped the end of her index finger on top of the table and continued to do so in an irritated fashion. "That old recluse, Milton Taylor, still determined to keep you away?"

It was time. Mira struggled to breath as her body was washed, oiled and perfumed by her mother and Mary, her maid. Her mother had even made some suggests for the night. Mira was mildly aghast, but definitely embarrassed by some of the things her mom had said. While Mary had simply smirked at Lady Amethyst's suggestions and nodded, with a wicked glint in her eye.

,Anshu snorts,"And it doesn't matter. Truth is you are seeing each other,unless you have a diplomatic disagreement to this statement." "Stop being a savage",I mumble. Anshu frowns,then checks her mobile,"Oh. That's the thing behind your brilliant mood. You're PMSing, aren't you?" "Which medal do you want?" "What?",Anshu blinks. "For your great discovery." "Ouch", she mutters,"Let's go for a walk. I'm getting bored." "We could munch on chips and watch Orange Is The New Black?" "No. My butt's getting bigger with all this binge watching. Get your ass up. And let's leave."

Everything. Was this connected to the missing weeks? Or was her broken brain just throwing random images at her now? She closed the journal, shoved it back into her bag. No time to process. No time to panic. She had twenty minutes to pull herself together and become Dr. Camila Damien, confident pharmaceutical researcher. Yes! Not the terrified woman with holes in her memory and a mother who hated her. Camila stripped off her work clothes and pulled on the emerald dress. The fabric was cool against her overheated skin. She touched up her makeup, forcing her hands steady. Checked her reflection.

That night, I made the call—I was leaving the city for good. Once I got out of the Arlingtons' orbit, Desmond wouldn't stand a chance of tracking me down. At sunrise, I bounced with nothing but a suitcase. *** Not long after Rhea left, a group of Desmond's friends showed up at the apartment. "Rhea, open the door! We've got good news!" "Desmond's starting to remember stuff—his amnesia's clearing up fast!" "Once it's all back, the wedding can finally happen!" They kept knocking. No answer.

Celestine, my half sister who was with me during the day when I recovered my memory. The same day when we got ambushed and Blake was shot and later on declared dead in the hospital. The same moment when we found out that I was pregnant. She was also the one who firstly thought of the miscarriage thing, however, helped me to keep my pregnancy as a secret from everyone as what I have asked her to.