Between Memories and Faces

Name: Between Memories and Faces
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Under the torrential rain of a fateful night, fate intertwines the paths of two souls from opposite worlds. After an accident in which he runs over Ana, a young woman who loses her memory, tycoon André Lucci is swept away by guilt and a spark of attraction. Moved by her situation and eager to protect her, André decides to introduce her as his wife. Ana, disoriented and with no memories beyond her name, clings to André like a castaway to a life preserver in the midst of a sea of uncertainty. She accepts André's version of their marriage, seeking in him the compass that will guide her back to her lost identity. While André struggles to maintain the farce, the tension between truth and deception threatens to tear apart what they have built. A captivating story of love, lies and amnesia that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last moment.

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Chapter 5 I need to know everything about her

05-26 09:25

Chapter 1 I ran over a woman

André's Point of View

Damn, I can barely see anything. The rain is like a dense curtain, making it almost impossible to see the road ahead. I regret not staying at the Heathman tonight. Driving in these conditions is madness. I didn't even bring my bodyguard with me, but I couldn't be a selfish bastard either-he needed to be with his daughter; she's sick.

Damn Ross, who took my helicopter to Montesano-although, let's be honest, with this storm, I wouldn't have been able to fly anyway. Why the hell did I have to go out like this? I should've waited until the weather improved.

Shit, I need to focus on the road. The last thing I need right now is an accident. The windshield wipers slam frantically against the glass, but they're not fast enough to clear the water that's blocking my vision. I squint, and suddenly, I see something cross the road. A vague shadow. It appeared so suddenly that I couldn't react in time-and then I feel the impact under the wheels.

"Shit!" I mutter, feeling my heart trying to leap out of my throat. Did I hit an animal? But... what if it wasn't? Who in their right mind would be walking on a night as horrible as this?

Doubt grips me as I abruptly stop the car and step out into the pouring rain on shaky legs. The icy wind hits my face like a thousand needles. Using my phone's flashlight, I search the road for the shadow I saw. I'm soaked instantly, but that's the least of my worries.

The beam of light stops on a figure lying on the asphalt, and my stomach lurches.

A woman. I hit a woman!

Shit... what if I killed her?

"Fuck, no!" I run toward her, my shoes splashing in the water. My heart races wildly. I kneel beside her and shine the light on her face. Her features are delicate, her pale skin glowing in the darkness. I spot blood starting to spread across her forehead.

Shit, did I really kill her?

No... no, this can't be happening. I press my fingers to her neck, searching for a pulse.

It's there-weak, but there.

I could just leave her here... but the thought twists my stomach. I'm not a monster. She's not some disposable object. I gently lift her into my arms. She's light, and a strange jolt shoots through me as I hold her close. I ignore it.

I carefully place her in the back seat of my car. I need to get her to the hospital-fast.

Before closing the door, I shine the light on her face again. God, she's beautiful. Her skin is soft, and on a strange impulse, I stroke her cheek. My fingers brush against her lips-warm despite the cold-and I feel a ridiculous urge to kiss her.

I shut the door, get behind the wheel, and program the GPS for the nearest hospital.

I have to hurry. I don't want her condition to get worse.

The engine roars to life, and we speed toward the hospital. Minutes feel like hours until I finally see the lights of OHSU in Portland.

I rush out of the car, soaked to the bone, but I don't care. I carry the woman in my arms. Every step toward the emergency entrance feels like a burden.

"Help! Help me!" I shout, my voice raw with panic.

A nurse approaches with a concerned expression.

"What happened, sir?"

"I-I hit her. She came out of nowhere, I couldn't stop in time..." I stammer. "Her pulse is weak."

"Come with me, quickly."

I follow her to a stretcher and gently lay the woman down. The nurse tells me to leave, but I refuse.

"No, no... I need to know if she's going to be okay."

"I'll call the doctor. Do you know the young woman's name?"

"No."

The nurse nods and starts walking away.

"Wait! You can register her as Mrs. Lucci," I blurt out, without thinking.

Why the hell did I say that?

The nurse looks surprised but turns her attention back to the woman. I feel like an idiot. I try to take it back, but it's too late.

"We should cover her with something. She's soaked," I say, trying to change the subject.

"I'll get a blanket."

"Better make it three or four. Her body's ice cold..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lucci. We'll take good care of her."

I decide to change clothes-thankfully, I had my suitcase with me. I head to the bathroom, quickly changing, trying not to think about the strange connection I felt with that unknown woman.

Back in the waiting room, I sit, nervously drumming my fingers. Two terrible coffees later, I'm still on edge. The waiting is killing me.

I check my watch-it's eight in the morning. I've spent the whole damn night in this hospital. No one will give me information, and I'm desperate.

Just as I'm about to make a scene, a doctor appears.

"Is someone here with a young woman who was hit last night?"

"Here!" I leap up. "How is she?"

"She'll be fine. She only has a minor head injury."

I exhale, relief washing over me like a tidal wave.

"Can I see her?"

"Of course. Follow me."

He leads me to her room. I approach the bed and look at her. Her face is even more beautiful up close, with her brown hair spread across the pillow. My gaze drifts to her lips again, and I feel absurdly tempted to kiss her.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Yes, she's a beautiful brunette-my weakness-but with her, it feels different. It's strange, unfamiliar... intense.

I stay there, mesmerized, watching her breathe.

Then suddenly, she opens her eyes-and for a moment, I freeze. Her eyes are deep blue, so intense they take my breath away. I feel exposed, and my heart skips a beat.

"Hello," I murmur, ignoring the strange tightness in my chest.

"Hi..." she whispers, trying to sit up. "What happened?"

"You had an accident. Don't strain yourself-you're safe now."

"My head hurts..." she says weakly.

Before I can respond, a doctor walks in.

"I see you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts..."

"That's normal. You took a hit." He steps closer. "What's your name?"

"My name is Ana."

Ana... it suits her.

"And your last name?"

"I'm Ana... Ana..." she hesitates, her eyes distant. "I don't remember anything else!" she exclaims, panic creeping in.