Novel & Cerita I Faked Amnesia

“I swear, I won’t go down alone. You’ll go down with me. Every last one of you.” A nervous gulp sounded on the other end. “You don’t have to worry about that, ma’am. The doctor confirmed he has amnesia. He doesn’t remember anything—not who he is, not what happened, nothing. Our secret is safe… for now.” My lips pressed into a thin, angry line. “It better be,” I said through clenched teeth, and ended the call with a hard tap. I threw the phone onto the couch and rubbed my temples, trying to steady my breathing. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Everything had been carefully planned. Every single move. Every single dose. Every single lie.

Acting like a mad man. ​"But they remembered me? How did that happen?" I asked him. They even mentioned last night that their memory only returned after they had amnesia. ​"They were given fake memories. Actually, you're the last person on their list." ​"Last person for what?" Jayden asked.

he continued, “there’s another concern.” I swallowed. “What is it?” He explained it carefully. Rhett had an old hematoma in his brain. It had been there for a while. It was pressing on nerves. The accident caused secondary trauma. The pressure had increased. I listened, my hands clenched. “It affects memory,” he said. The words hit me hard. At that moment, I realized the confusion I noticed before was real. He wasn’t pretending “So his memory loss,” I said slowly, “it wasn’t an act.”

he asked aggressively! "Sweetie, I'm your fiancé! See?" she waved her ring in his face. "We're engaged. We were gonna marry before the accident!" she said. Aston scoffed. "I don't know who you are but you're not my fiancé!" All eyes turned on the doctors. Ian sighed. "I was worried about this. I guess I should've prepared you guys. He has retrograde amnesia. His memories from before the accident are all jumbled up and mismatched. He's lost some of his core memories. He might not remember who you are."

"The real version? I already told everyone what I remember, which admittedly isn't much." "Maybe that's the point," I said slowly, a horrifying possibility surfacing in my mind. "What if your memory loss isn't just from the concussion? What if someone's been deliberately manipulating what you remember this entire time?" Noah stared at me, disbelief and something closer to genuine fear settling behind his eyes. "That's not possible. Memory loss from head trauma is well documented, Ivy. It's not something someone can just fabricate." "I'm not saying they created the amnesia," I said carefully. "I'm saying maybe someone's been filling in the gaps deliberately, feeding you false memories or fals

"Is my head actually bleeding, or is this just dramatic medical padding?" "The doctor said it's mostly precautionary padding for a minor concussion and scrapes," Isabella supplied, watching me closely. "Why?" A sudden, brilliant, deliciously devious spark ignited in my mind. "Izzy," I whispered, grabbing her wrist with a sudden intensity. "Listen to me very carefully. We are going to pretend I have total amnesia." Isabella blinked, her mouth dropping open. "Amnesia? Like in those cheesy 90s soap operas where the rich heiress forgets her cheating fiancé and falls in love with the pool boy?"

He said, you have amnesia, false memories. That's what I want them to think, Mom, I murmured, keeping my voice low as I walked to the window. But I'm fine. I'm completely fine. I could feel her confusion pulsing through the link. What, Erica? What are you talking about? I let out a slow breath, watching the wind rustle the leaves outside. Pretending, faking the memory loss. It's all part of the plan to make them let me go. Erica. Her voice dropped to a whisper. You're lying to your mates, to your alphas. Yes, I said. My voice firm, cold.

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with someone on the front page. This behavior never suits my name." I really wanted to shout right at his face but he didn’t let me. His voice turned colder at

Celia turned her back on Lorcan and pretended that she had something she needed to do to make Lorcan leave the room. However, Lorcan did not leave. He stayed where he was without taking his eyes off Celia. “I’m not sure what to think. I’m not sure which is even true. Did you even commit suicide at all or did you just pretend to be in a coma even after you were healed?” “What are you talking about, Lorcan?” Celia snapped at him. “Just because I faked the amnesia, it doesn’t mean I faked everything.” Celia huffed angrily. “I can’t believe how bad you think I am just because I lied about one thing.”