Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down Novels & Stories

The gentleman-like angel she had known all this time suddenly turned into another figure like a demon. Still gripping Sophia's hands, Tristan smirked again. His heart was not touched at all by the request that his wife had been making. "It doesn't matter why I'm doing this. What you need to remember and imprint in your brain, Sophia Adelaide belongs to Tristan Quartararo. From this moment on, you are a wife who must be ready whenever I use and torture. No one is allowed to look at you, glance at you, or touch you except me, not even Edward. If you ever tell other people about me torturing you, in that instant, I will make the people you love suffer."

The dome vanished, in its place was a net of raw, painful memory. The lead, Forgotten, wearing Finn’s lost love’s face, stepped forward. When its foot crossed the valley, the bloody light lashed out. It didn’t destroy it and it remembered it. The Forgotten soldier shuddered, its vacant black eyes cleared, showing confused, scared eyes of the young woman she once was. She looked at Finn, lips silently saying his name, then faded into a gentle silver mist that rose and vanished. The ancient oath, fully awakened, was not a shield and it was fire. It reminded the Forgotten who they were and set them free.

I stretched my hand and shaked her, staring into the eyes of the one woman who had just willingly made herself my slave. (END OF FLASHBACK) ****** (BACK TO THE PRESENT) My grip on Madame Browne's hair only tightened as I completed the tale of our past. Pushing her further into the wall, I pulled close and whispered roughly in her ears. “Have you forgotten ugh? Did you think I'd forget how freaking desperate you were to be my wife.” I said, watching the light in the fireplace in the room turn dim as I opened my lips to lash out one last command. “On your fucking kneels!”

I have revealed all the secrets in front of you before making any move on you. "Though I didn't choose the right path, yet I can't deny that I truly love you. That's why I pursued you even at the risk of sacrificing everything." "I admit that I will never marry you, but in my heart, you will always hold the place of my wife. People might call you my mistress, but I will always treat you as my queen." After saying this, Jack came on the top and pressed Sarah beneath her. But before he could kiss her, suddenly Nichole kicked him down there. He fell on the floor unable to believe what just happened.

"Besides, you can't possibly prefer that widow; you're just using her, aren't you?" "It's none of your business." "Just from your answer, I already know that you haven't forgotten me. I didn't expect you still harbor feelings for me." Bhuvi turned around, looked sharply at the woman, and walked towards her. A victorious smile was evident on the face of the woman in the mini dress. "I harbor feelings? I haven't forgotten you? Since you left, I've already forgotten you. Moreover, I'd rather be with a widow than a virgin with the feelings of a widow like you, Issabella."

Liam was not only remembering, he also had no idea that he was falling for the same woman all over again. I felt sad for him. His facial expression looke happy but i knew the truth and I knew that this was bad news on a good day. The universe was cruel. It just could not allow this young man to have a break. How do you fall in love with the same woman twice even after your memories have been washed away. It didnt make sense why the universe would make that happen. I turned away from him, pretending to scan the room. My voice was like ice now. “You’re married, Mr. Callahan. Or did that slip your mind while you were dreaming of fires and vows?”

Because standing by the window, looking out at the city with her back to me, was a woman I didn't recognize. But something about her posture. Her height. The way she held herself. She turned around. And my entire world stopped. Because Jaxon Romano, the man who remembered every business deal, every competitor, every threat... didn't recognize his own wife. Fate, it seemed, had a sense of irony.

Yet it was the kind she longed for since she met him all those months ago. “Hey Quinn? I need, I need a favor. It’s for my magic. I’ve hit rock bottom. I can't produce any magic without more energy” she says looking desperate. “What is it?” He asks. “Well can we try to trigger another memory? Or uh” she points downward on him hinting towards intimacy. “I’d prefer the memory thing even if it’s a bad one” she says hoping that’s what he’ll pick. He nods “We can try. Trust me?” He asks her needing a verbal yes. She nods. “Say it Iris” he demands. “I trust you, Quinn. Now what’s going on, what are you going to do” she gets a little scared and worried.

For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect. It’s the kind that stays. The kind that fights. The kind that waits. From my pen to your heart. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your tears, and your hope. Always writing for you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright & Disclaimer © Ernest Brooks. All rights reserved. The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), real-life events, or experiences is purely coin

He smiled, and for a moment, I saw something cold and calculating behind the warmth. "Why, the truth, of course. The truth that you're refusing to see." He released my shoulder and walked back to his desk. "Your wife was found in the company of a traitor. She attacked my men. She resisted arrest. These are facts, Dustan. Facts you can't simply wish away." "She was visiting her teacher—"