Novel & Cerita Forgotten Juliet

I whispered to myself and continued to scan through the paper. "FIND JULIET AND PROTECT HER, GIVE HER THE FLASH DRIVE I SENT TO YOU, JULIET HOLDS THE PASSWORD TO THE FLASH DRIVE," my head spins 360 on each crucial piece of information I read through, "SHE'S THE KEY TO GEORGE'S DOOM." Then he ended it with ERICK, and my heart skipped a beat; my eyeballs changed and deemed In shock, "Juliet Jones is the key to a flash drive, but what's in the flash drive?" I asked myself, my voice low yet urgent,

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

he said in a shaky voice. Hearing him say that made me feel terrible. I had been running my mouth earlier about how Aunty Sandra betrayed me and my sisters But Fox hadn’t revealed himself then. If I had known he was Lucian, I would’ve never said those things because I knew it would’ve hurt him. “It’s fine, Lucian. That doesn’t matter anymore. I’m sure your mum had her reasons for not coming around.” He shook his head. “You don’t get it, Athena. My mum never left you guys. “He Paused” July 11th… I still remember that day like it was yesterday because it was the day everything changed.”

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said

… Most underground casinos were run by the mafia, and they were capable of anything cruel. Jean received a package soon after. She opened the box, only to find a severed hand. The back of the hand carried Tanner’s distinctive crescent-shaped birthmark. Jean’s breath was caught in her throat. With her eyes rolling back, she passed out. She woke up in the hospital. Jean grabbed Helen’s hand and begged in tears for her to save Tanner. “Tanner’s arm is chopped off. He must be hurting. Please save him, Helen. He’s my only child now. I can’t lose him.

Bertha had every means to smuggle that poison into my meals through Fiona, I read it in the files as she admitted to doing it and even more shit I couldn't begin to fathom. Fiona was so innocent, so quiet. A harsh reminder to never judge a book by its cover, to never trust a person just because they tell you to. The housekeeper nodded in understanding, stepping aside to give me space in the kitchen. I moved through the familiar motions of preparing breakfast, each ingredient carefully selected from my own private stock. The routine should have been comforting, but my mind kept wandering back to Roman.

I tried to explain, looking helpless, “Mam, I can’t even remember anything about that night. Something was wrong with my health. But, don’t judge me for that-” Juliet stood up from her chair annoyedly, she ordered one of her companions, “Call, Mr Hogg and inform him about this lady.” Then, taking a few steps towards me, she threatened, glaring at me, “Are you leaving or should I call the guards?” I looked back into her eyes as I answered sharply, “I need this job. Allow me to meet with Mr Hogg.” Juliet retorted in cold sarcasm, “Do you think that any low life like you can meet him? He is a millionaire. Why will he meet with a beggar like you?”

Everything was reset to her birthday. I typed in 0604, Serena’s birthday. The door opened. I had barely stepped into the foyer when a leather folder struck my forehead. Blood slid down my brow, but my mother didn't even blink. "Sign it," she said coldly. The papers scattered across the marble floor. The first page read: Marital Dissolution Agreement. My father sat by the fireplace with a cigar between his fingers. "If Serena hadn't had an accident five years ago, what made you think you had any right to marry Damian? She's back now. Give her back the title of Mrs. Lucchese."

I regretted how I welcomed her with open arms, how I tried to love her. And then, I decided to make everyone see her for who she really was. But that failed too. Why would they believe the villain when they already had their precious heroine in mind? The sun began to set on the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the park. My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket. I pulled it out. “Miss Moretti, the investigation you requested—about your family’s shipment accident and the missing funds at the casino—it’s finished.” My pulse spiked, though I kept my voice steady. “Emily Moretti organized the accident, didn’t she?”

I nodded, avoided her gaze, and went to the kitchen to get some water to take the medicine. That night, Mom slept beside me. I fell asleep quickly, but I had a nightmare. In my dream, I kept going back to the day I was hypnotized. The hypnotist had held me down and kept telling me to forget what my family looked like. I had tried to force myself awake, but no matter what I did, I could not wake up. In the end, I really did forget Mom, Dad, and Zack. I jolted awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat. Mom woke up too and instinctively patted my shoulder. "What is it, Rena? Did you have a nightmare?"