Forgotten Juliet Novels & Stories

But the pain of his initial rejection had acted like a slow poison, killing the fragile, hopeful girl she used to be. "You are a stranger, Julian," she whispered. "The Julian I loved wouldn't have signed those severance papers. The Julian I loved wouldn't have let Cynthia humiliate me for weeks while he watched from the dais. You killed that version of yourself the day you decided a human mate wasn't worth the political trouble." Julian’s face drained of color, his hands dropping to the floor. The truth of her words was a physical weight, crushing him into the dirt. Before he could respond, a sharp, rhythmic knock sounded at the double doors.

“You think my silence means it’s forgotten?” My grip tightened slightly, just enough for a thin line of blood to form on his skin. “Five years ago… you think I have forgotten who killed Juliet?” The room froze. Even the air seemed to stop moving. I turned my head slightly, my gaze slicing toward Laura, who was curled tightly in Victor’s arms. Her scent spiked sharply with fear and guilt. “And then…” I continued, my voice rising, “when they cling to each other like that… why don't you call it what it is?”

Happy was more complicated, but she didn't say that out loud. After she hung up, Juliet couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about Victor Oba's visit. About the South African investors who were probably already digging into her past. About how quickly her simple life had become complicated. She'd signed up for a year of playing a role. She hadn't signed up for her family being targeted. Around midnight, she gave up on sleep and went downstairs. The house was dark except for the security lights. She wandered through the empty rooms, feeling like a ghost in someone else's life.

Every memory cut like a sharp blade into my heart, leaving me in agony beyond bearing. I often drank alone, until I was blind with liquor, then screamed Seraphina’s name into the empty air, whispering I’m sorry over and over again. But I knew it was useless. No amount of apologies could bring her back, could undo the hurt I’d inflicted on her. I sent my men to every corner of Sicily, to Milan, to Rome, to countless cities across the globe. But not a single trace of her was ever found. It was as if she had never existed at all.

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no

Even part of the foundation crumbled. William had stayed the night with Dad at the villa. Choking on the smoke, he failed to escape in time. He died by the fire door at the end of the hallway, still clutching a necklace I'd given him for his birthday. Juliet's body was found under the bed in the guest bedroom on the third floor. She was wearing the dress I wore to my college graduation ceremony, her face burned beyond recognition. By the time Dad was rescued, his spine had been broken, rendering him paralyzed for life. When he regained consciousness, he was hit with three tragedies all at once.

Juliet chuckled darkly. "You took what is rightfully mine and made me like this Juliet, I bet you one day the truth shall be exposed and I shall take back what you stole from me," Vivian assured her. "And like I told you, there is nothing, I mean no one who would revise my spell I placed on you. I like the seat I am sitting in right now. My husband doesn't remember you again. In fact I made sure he doesn't even mention your name. You are old and will soon die. Don't worry I will make sure he attends your funeral and we will shed a few tears for you," Juliet taunted her and smiled in satisfaction when she heard the whimper coming from her sister. She knew her words had cut right deep into her

She couldn't believe what she just heard. "Ana, he got more reason than you to kill him. He not only lost his parents at a young age but he also had to see Richard molest his mom in front of his own eyes. He had to live on the road and orphanage and be afraid for his sister every now and then. There were so many times when he almost lost his sister in one of those dark nights on the street. His childhood was as hard as yours. But you had at least a roof over your head but he didn't have any until he turned twenty. What he did with you was wrong and I despise him for that. But then he was insecure and lost just as you. But then he had to lose you too. After that incident three and half years

“Then tell me.” Rebecca seemed pleased. “The Romanos blamed the Vances for Juliet’s death.” My stomach tightened. “Juliet?” She nodded. “Lorenzo’s little sister.” “What happened?” I asked. Rebecca looked down at her coffee. “She was killed during a meeting between the families.” I stared at her. “Lorenzo was there?” “No,” she shook her head. “That was the worst part. Juliet died because she trusted the wrong people.” I swallowed. “And my family?”

Katrina The morning light shining bright through the open window was a harsh wake up call. ‘Shit, I forgot to close the curtains.’ I never forget to close the curtains. The only relief was that I was 4 stories up in this apartment building. I made sure not to not have a fire escape where anyone could get into our apartment either. I know it probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but I just couldn’t have easy access to us. I lay in the bed for a few more minutes looking out my bedroom window at the bright blue sky. Then my two beautiful twins came flying into my room and jumped on my bed.