The sound of the beeping monitor and the hurried footsteps echoing from the hallway woke me up from a deep dream. Slowly, my eyes parted open, instantly revealing a pristine white ceiling.Pushing myself up to have a clear view of my surroundings, pain seared through my arms and legs, and I fell back on the bed, wincing at the overpowering headache that made the pain in my legs and arms feel mild. With a clenched jaw, I waited for the pain to subside before slowly easing my body in a sitting position until my back was resting on the headboard.Comfortable with my position, my gaze surveyed the room. What I saw told me I was in a hospital room. The hospital gown loosely hanging on my frail body, and the monitor constantly beeping beside the bed, was another proof of that.I haven't been sitting for long and skimming the room with my eyes when the door bursts open. A man wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans strode inside with a frown etched deep into his temples. The man was tall, about s
I woke up early the next morning to the sight of fresh flowers filling the large table in my room. The flowers were soft and fresh. They're beautiful too. Their sweet scents mingled with the morning air filled the room. The sight could have been pleasant. Almost. Except that they were funeral flowers.The lilies are stunning. Healthy, delicate white petals protruded in the standing bouquet. The roses, although an ominous black, are lovely too.Could I have died last night without being aware of it? My still sleepy mind thought of such a ridiculous thing. As soon as I pinched my cheeks and felt the pain, I immediately dismissed the idea.Who sent the flowers? I asked myself in utter disbelief. But with my memories temporarily gone, no one came to mind.Would it be the man—Lucas who sent them?It may have been my thoughts of him that compelled him to come. The door flung open, and he daredevil came inside, fresh from the bath and smoking hot in his suit and tie. "What the hell is this?
In the aftermath of breakfast, the nurse was eager to collect the empty plates and leave the room. Observing her hurry to the door, I wondered if someone was chasing her. My every word caused her to jump on her knees and pale under her skin. Acute enough, I realized she was terrified of me. Soon then I realized she wasn't the only one.An hour later, another uniformed nurse entered the door. She was polite as she greeted me good morning as she entered. She checked my vitals, then jotted the information to her note. As she did so, I noticed her fingers trembling. Not only that, she also appeared uncomfortable and pale."Are you alright?" Softly, I asked her. I said the words in the gentlest voice I could muster, but anyway, she jumped, startled at the sound of my voice."I-I'm fine, Mrs. Alexander." The nurse replied, unable to conceal the tremor in her voice.Worried that speaking again will cause her to flee the room, I kept my mouth shut as she did her job. I was handed a glass of w
My illusion collapsed onto a pristine tiled floor. He doesn't love me. The moment I woke up in the hospital, he made it clear. He disliked me. The word dislike is an understatement. Abhorred would be the right word to describe how he feels towards me.The million dollar question now is, "What caused him to hate me?"Suddenly, as if the heavens answered my question, my gaze dropped to the newspaper I placed on the side of the bed and found myself staring at the headline written in black capital letters and highlighted in red. THE 'BITCH OF THE CENTURY' IS BORN. Unfolding the newspaper, to see the rest of the article, I found myself staring at the sordid image of a man and a woman locked in a passionate kiss. Shock hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning, realizing that I was the woman and the handsome man was not my husband.WIFE OF LUCAS NICHOLAS ALEXANDER RAN OFF WITH HER LOVER THE NIGHT OF THEIR FIFTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. FOUR YEAR OLD SON NEARLY KILLED IN THE FATAL CAR CRASH.Beside
q"It's from Selena Davis." She blurted out loud, then proceeded reading aloud what the note contained. "One of these days, a jealous wife would be tired of your bullshit and pull a trigger to your head. I have prepared your coffin in advance. Thank me later when we see each other again."Reeling with shock, the nurse collapsed on the nearby chair while still clutching the note in her trembling fingers."World war three has just begun." She said rather dramatically. If it weren't for the graveness of the situation, I would have laughed at her over the top reaction. "Selena Lewis?" I repeated the name she mentioned, trying to remember if we're acquainted. But with my condition, nothing came to my mind. I certainly don't know her. If I do, I still won't remember. Amnesia erased my memories."It's not Lewis but Selena Davis." The nurse rectified. Her smooth tone remained polite."Who is she?" I blurted out aloud."She's a socialite heiress, born from an influential and wealthy family. Sh
I'm going to be discharged today. Doctor Maxwell had finally signed my discharge papers. I was glad that I'm finally going home, even if a part of me knew that starting my life all over again won't be easy. There's the governor's wife, which I have to deal with. She's not the only one on the list of people who wanted me dead. I have a fairly large amount of enemies to deal with. But for the moment, I have to focus on my health and recover as fast as I can. So when the time comes, I could face my enemy's head on."Alexandria?" I looked up and found Doctor Max entering from the door. "I knocked, but you didn't respond, so I entered, thinking you were asleep."I must be so preoccupied with my thoughts that I haven't heard the knock."Lucas will be here soon." Max said, and as if on cue, the door did open and Lucas came inside the room. He was wearing a plain gray t-shirt and jeans. He's not working today, I thought to myself as I watched him strode to the bed. In response to his presence
The magnificent Alexander Mansion slowly came to view. The colossal iron gates rattled and swung open, allowing the car to pass inside before closing again. Alexandria was still asleep, her head still leaning on Lucas' shoulders. He sighed and gently eased her head and slowly shook her shoulders. "Wake up." Lucas Nicholas said. Roused from a peaceful slumber, her eyes finally opened. A hazy pair of soft amber eyes stared back at him. For a moment, he was shocked by the sudden unexplainable thud in his chest. He pushed the feeling as fast as it arrived. Furious that he even felt that way, a frown instantly scrunched his eyebrows. "We arrived." He said the words more harshly than he ever intended. Alexandria must have noticed his darkening expression that she stiffened, then stood upright. The last remnant of sleep fled from her system. Her large amber eyes stared back at him intently before it lowered on her lap where her fingers were clasped. "I-I'm so-sorry. I was tired and fel
When Lucas left, I lay down on the bed, my head resting on the elevated pillows at the headboard. My thoughts are preoccupied as my curious eyes surveyed the room. The room gave me a different vibe. It feels like it doesn't belong to me and that I haven't been here before. My wandering gaze pulled into a stop at the left side of the room where a large portrait of a woman stood. A woman with red copper curls gloriously tumbling down her shoulders was seated elegantly in a throne-like chair. Her bright amber eyes stared back at me and a sudden chill ran down my spine. It was unexpected, and I couldn't explain the feeling. The woman in the portrait was me. But there was something about her which tell me I wasn't her. Just for example the silk night gown she was wearing, leaving nothing to the imagination. I was so sure that I would never wear a revealing outfit like that even if someone would put a shotgun on my head. Staring at her face feels like I'm staring straight into the very