STOLEN MEMORIES

STOLEN MEMORIES

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When Selene, a brilliant intern with a buried past, enters the empire of ruthless billionaire Darius Vane, everything unravels. But she's not just there to learn - she's there to destroy. As secrets surface and a forgotten brother reappears, Selene must choose between revenge and redemption before the truth erases them all.

Chapter 1 The Spark

The elevator hummed as it climbed toward the 47th floor, each second stretching like a held breath. Selene Ward stood alone, her reflection fractured in the mirrored walls. Her fingers tightened around the leather strap of her bag. She had rehearsed this moment a hundred times, but now that she was here, her pulse betrayed her.

Vane Holdings. The empire built by the man who ruined her mother.

She wasn't here to learn. She was here to dismantle.

The doors slid open with a soft hiss. Chrome. Silence. Power. The hallway ahead gleamed like a surgical theater - glass walls, steel accents, no warmth. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing like a challenge.

A woman with a headset and a clipboard approached, her expression unreadable. "Selene Ward?"

Selene nodded.

"Mr. Vane will see you now."

She followed the assistant through a corridor that felt more like a runway. No photos. No awards. Just minimalism and menace. The kind of place where people didn't smile - they conquered.

They stopped at a door. The assistant knocked once, then pushed it open.

Inside, Darius Vane sat behind a desk that looked more like a command center. Tall. Cold. Beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. He didn't look up from his laptop.

"You're late," he said.

"I'm early," she replied, voice steady.

He looked up. Their eyes met. Something flickered - not recognition, but curiosity.

"Sit," he said.

She sat.

"You graduated top of your class. Why intern here?"

She hesitated. "I like challenges."

He studied her. "Good. You'll shadow me. Learn fast. Speak less."

She nodded.

He stood. "Follow me."

The rest of the day blurred into motion. Meetings with board members who spoke in numbers and threats. Calls with partners who smiled too much. Darius moved through it all like a storm in a tailored suit. Sharp. Brutal. Magnetic.

Selene watched. Learned. Plotted.

At lunch, he didn't eat. He reviewed contracts, made decisions, ended careers with a single sentence. She took notes, but her mind wandered - to her mother's voice, to the night everything fell apart.

She remembered the headlines. The scandal. The lawsuit. The silence that followed. Her mother's company was gone. Her reputation, shredded. And Darius Vane had walked away untouched.

At 6:00 p.m., he handed her a folder. "Tomorrow, 7 a.m. Don't be late."

She took it. Their fingers brushed. A flicker. She pulled away.

In the elevator, she opened the folder.

Inside was a photo.

Her mother.

Her heart stopped.

A note was clipped to the corner: "I know who you are."

She stared at it, the air thinning around her. Her mother's eyes stared back - proud, defiant, broken.

Selene clutched the folder to her chest. The elevator descended, but her world had just tilted upward into chaos.

She stepped out into the lobby, dazed. The security guard nodded at her. She didn't respond.

Outside, the city buzzed. Lights. Horns. Life. But she felt none of it.

She walked to the curb, hailed a cab, and slid inside.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

She gave her address, then stared out the window.

Her phone buzzed.

Unknown number.

She hesitated, then opened the message.

> "If you want answers, come alone. Tonight. 11 p.m. 17th and Mercer."

Her breath caught.

No name. No context.

Just a location.

And a time.

She looked at the photo again. Her mother. Younger. Smiling.

The note. The message.

Darius Vane.

He knew.

But how much?

And why now?

She didn't know what waited at 17th and Mercer.

But she was going.

Even if it was a trap.

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