I watched the man I loved, the star I' d built from scratch, standing on a stadium stage. My heart hammered, knowing he was about to call me up, to begin our dreamed-of life together. But then he smiled, a brilliant, camera-ready smile that didn' t reach his eyes. "I' d like to welcome to the stage, my fiancée... Nicole Lawrence!" The name hit me like a physical blow as the polished pop-country princess glided out to kiss him. Later, when I confronted him with our old demo tape, he stared at me with cold, empty eyes. "I' m sorry, I don' t know you. You should probably go home." Then I heard his manager whisper: "Good job. The amnesia story is perfect. We can' t have any small-town baggage dragging you down." My blood ran cold. It wasn' t amnesia. It was a choice. I was baggage. The humiliation only escalated. Nicole publicly mocked me, then staged a fall, screaming I pushed her. Caleb rushed to her, snarling, "What the hell is wrong with you, Stella? Get her out of here! She' s poison to my career." Security guards dragged me out, dumping me on the sidewalk. Days later, Nicole broke my father' s beloved guitar, his legacy. And Caleb, seeing her theatrical tears, finished the job, stomping on the splintered wood. He blacklisted my name, starved me of work, and used his fame to have me arrested for a staged poisoning attempt. I became a pariah, selling my father' s precious mementos to survive. How could he do this? How could a lifetime of love and shared dreams be erased so easily? Was I just a forgotten memory, or something worse? Was this all part of a calculated plan, or was he truly that cruel? My world shattered, left homeless and brutally attacked in an alleyway, I lay dying. But then, a shadowy figure appeared, a hand reached down. I woke up in a sterile room, face-to-face with Wesley Hughes, "The Wanderer." He told me the truth: Caleb' s betrayal was a calculated move, and Nicole' s malice was intentional. He had proof. And more importantly, he revealed our fathers' long-lost pact. My father' s legacy, our legacy, was waiting to be reclaimed. This wasn' t the end. This was the beginning of my reckoning.
I watched the man I loved, the star I' d built from scratch, standing on a stadium stage.
My heart hammered, knowing he was about to call me up, to begin our dreamed-of life together.
But then he smiled, a brilliant, camera-ready smile that didn' t reach his eyes.
"I' d like to welcome to the stage, my fiancée... Nicole Lawrence!"
The name hit me like a physical blow as the polished pop-country princess glided out to kiss him.
Later, when I confronted him with our old demo tape, he stared at me with cold, empty eyes.
"I' m sorry, I don' t know you. You should probably go home."
Then I heard his manager whisper: "Good job. The amnesia story is perfect. We can' t have any small-town baggage dragging you down."
My blood ran cold. It wasn' t amnesia. It was a choice. I was baggage.
The humiliation only escalated.
Nicole publicly mocked me, then staged a fall, screaming I pushed her.
Caleb rushed to her, snarling, "What the hell is wrong with you, Stella? Get her out of here! She' s poison to my career."
Security guards dragged me out, dumping me on the sidewalk.
Days later, Nicole broke my father' s beloved guitar, his legacy.
And Caleb, seeing her theatrical tears, finished the job, stomping on the splintered wood.
He blacklisted my name, starved me of work, and used his fame to have me arrested for a staged poisoning attempt.
I became a pariah, selling my father' s precious mementos to survive.
How could he do this? How could a lifetime of love and shared dreams be erased so easily?
Was I just a forgotten memory, or something worse?
Was this all part of a calculated plan, or was he truly that cruel?
My world shattered, left homeless and brutally attacked in an alleyway, I lay dying.
But then, a shadowy figure appeared, a hand reached down.
I woke up in a sterile room, face-to-face with Wesley Hughes, "The Wanderer."
He told me the truth: Caleb' s betrayal was a calculated move, and Nicole' s malice was intentional.
He had proof.
And more importantly, he revealed our fathers' long-lost pact.
My father' s legacy, our legacy, was waiting to be reclaimed.
This wasn' t the end. This was the beginning of my reckoning.
Introduction
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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