After Amnesia I Refuse to Be a Doormat Luna

The atmosphere in the boardroom was electric, tension hanging thick in the air like the oppressive summer heat outside. The polished glass walls reflected the faces of the family members gathered around the long, mahogany table, casting an almost eerie glow on what felt like a scene from a courtroom drama.

At the helm of the table sat Harold, the family patriarch, his stern gaze sweeping over the room with an authority that brooked no dissent. The flickering fluorescent lights above seemed muted in comparison to the storm brewing beneath his composed exterior. Aria could feel the weight of his scrutiny, as if the very air was charged with his anger and disappointment.

"Aria, you stand before this board accused of severe financial misconduct," Harold's voice boomed, slicing through the murmurings of shock that rippled across the room. "Funds have gone missing, and your signature appears on documents we know you never authorized. This is unacceptable behavior from someone in your position."

Aria's heart sank. The blood drained from her face as her fellow family members exchanged glances-some wide-eyed with disbelief, others filled with thinly veiled contempt. She knew their loyalties would be tested today, and as she looked around the room, she saw the divisions forming.

"I've done no such thing!" Aria snapped, her voice rising above the cacophony like a lifeboat in a storm. "This accusation is baseless! I would never compromise the family's integrity."

Whispers flared up between her cousins, doubt flickering in their eyes. The glimmer of betrayal hung in the air, and Aria felt the ground shifting beneath her feet. This was her family-her blood-but today, they felt like strangers.

"Enough!" Harold's voice cut through the rising murmurs, his brow furrowing as he leveled a piercing gaze at Aria. "You have consistently put your ambitions over the family's values, and now you have crossed a line. We have our name and reputation to protect here."

Mixed emotions roiled within her-anger, fear, and an unmistakable sense of betrayal. How could they think so poorly of her? She had dedicated her life to this company, to carrying the legacy of her family, and yet, in their eyes, she was the enemy.

Aria caught a flicker of movement and turned to look at Julian-the charming ex-fiancé who had once stood at her side. His face was an unreadable mask, the warm brown eyes that used to comfort her now revealing little more than curiosity. A part of her longed for his support, but another part sensed an insidious undercurrent; the way he shifted in his seat felt calculating.

As she stood, the silence in the room became deafening. Aria took a deep breath, steadying herself against the suffocating despair. She would not let them tear her down without a fight. "You must see that someone has set me up. We are a family and we should be working together, not tearing each other apart! I deserve a chance to explain."

"Your chance will come in court if you don't take responsibility now," her mother interjected coldly, her voice laced with disappointment. Aria's heart sank further; the woman who had always been her biggest supporter was now among her accusers.

"Mom, please!" Aria's voice cracked as the sting of betrayal became almost unbearable, but no one moved to comfort her. Instead, she watched as eyes darted between Harold and her mother.

The commotion escalated, family members taking sides, and Aria felt the walls start to close in. Desperation clawed at her. "This isn't just about me; it's about generations of our family's legacy! You don't really believe I would steal from you?"

More whispers, the quiet plotting of a family tearing itself apart. She could almost hear her heartbeat drumming in her ears, drowning out the chaotic discussions surrounding her.

"Sit down, Aria," Harold commanded, his voice unyielding.