I Faked Amnesia Novels & Stories

“You should have seen him, Cat. He actually thought I had amnesia, like I could ever forget what his bastard soul did to me.” Catherine raises her glass. “This is a toast to your brilliant acting skills. That performance deserves another Oscar.” “I will drink to that,” I laugh, accepting the glass she hands me. The amnesia angle was actually Catherine’s idea. When I told her I needed to come back to this country to save Mason, she suggested we create a cover story. Something that would protect me from the past while giving me the freedom to operate. So, we fabricated medical records and created a whole story about a car accident and memory loss. We even planted the story with a few well-paid

My anger issues were bad enough on a normal day, but this guy brought out the absolute worst in me. His playful expression vanished, replaced by a quiet, intense seriousness. "They say if you want someone with amnesia to remember, you just have to keep talking to them. Tell them about everything they forgot." "If you think that’s going to work, let me save you the trouble, it won't." He shrugged. "If it’s the only shot I have, I’m not going to stop showing up. I’ll keep reminding you of who we used to be." "You’re talking nonsense," I muttered, taking a bite of the ice cream.

“Mr. Evans. Is everything alright?” “I need you to tell me something, and I need the actual truth, not the version you think I want to hear.” I kept my voice level through sheer force of will. “Is there any possibility, any at all, that Felix is faking the memory loss. That the amnesia isn’t real.” A pause on the line, long enough that my pulse climbed another notch waiting for it.

“You—!” My words struck Chloe right where it hurt most. But she quickly forced a disdainful sneer back onto her face. “You’re the one who should be sweating! If Toby finds out you’ve been faking amnesia just to sleep with Logan behind his back, you’re the one who’s going to get violently thrown out by both brothers!”

"Lisa, if we're being honest, you're actually more at fault here. Pretending to lose your memory to test me—that's outright disrespect. It just proves you never trusted me from the beginning!" He was eloquent, twisting his betrayal into something forced upon him. I let out a cold laugh, tearing through his pretense. "I stopped you from doing extreme sports because of your heart condition. I was afraid you'd risk your life. I cared about you—that's why I paid attention to everything. "I pretended to lose my memory because I saw you kissing Sarah while I was being rushed to the hospital! If you had been loyal to me, would I have needed to use a near-death experience just to test your limits?"

"And you're telling me this because…?" "You really don't know who his fiancée was?" I heard the probe in her voice. I kept my face smooth. "Damien and I aren't close. How would I know? And even if I used to, I've lost my memory. I wouldn't remember now." She said nothing. Just stared at me. "It was you." "Me?" I pointed at myself, feigning surprise. "I don't care if your amnesia is real or fake. Damien proposed to me. I'm his mate now. Stay away from him."

Derek jerked his head up, eyes brimming with desperate hope. "I'll change! I'll change everything! Just please forgive me!" I leaned forward and locked onto his gaze, tearing his delusions apart word by word. "Your mistake was treating my love like a stepping stone for your own ambitions." "You think pretending to be brain-damaged was hard for you?" "Do you have any idea what you were doing when I drank myself into a stomach hemorrhage trying to save your company and got rushed to the ER?"

At the top of the dark web’s most heavily encrypted bounty board was a contract on the wife of Chicago’s most powerful crime boss. **Make Valentina survive one hundred attempts on her life before she dies. Progress: 79/100.** In the past three months, I’d survived a man-made avalanche, nerve gas, and an electrified swimming pool. Every time, my husband, Damian, had dragged me back from the brink, covered in blood. He’d even driven out everyone in the family who suspected me of killing his mistress. I was so grateful I burned the divorce papers I’d already signed. I looked forward to our anniversary, when I planned to tell him I was five months pregnant with his heir. Then, hoping to help him

"You swore this was mine to run this time. Are you keeping your word?" Dominic let out a low laugh, biting down on her neck. "I faked the amnesia. I used the excuse of a scrambled brain so I wouldn't have to recognize anyone. Now I have every reason to take back her offshore keys and hand them to you for a few days. She spent the entire day panicking at the hospital. How would she ever have time to suspect a thing?" That sight jammed into my throat like cold iron. I couldn't spit it out. I couldn't swallow it down.

At the apartment for medical professionals, Ace opened the balcony’s sliding door. He stretched out his arms and embraced the sunlight. “Rose, I’ve arrived.” “Ace, your method worked.” At the end of the line, Rose said with a smile. “Rose, Jasper is now amnesiac. His amnesia is categorized as traumatic amnesia instead of one caused by stimulation. From the beginning, you should stimulate him to remember the memories of his past continuously,” Ace sneered. ‘She has really been becoming really unprofessional.’