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Forgotten Love, Unleashed Cold Revenge

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 851    |    Released on: Today at 17:15

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e hung in the sterile air, heavy and sharp. I didn't know

ing pain in my ribs. "Explain.

down heavily, wiping her wet cheeks with the back of her leather sleeve. She glanced nervously at the door, ensuring the bodygua

. "The man outside. His name

"My fiancé? My taste in men c

hing her lips. "For the last seven years, you

ervient to the violent thug outside made my skin crawl. I pushed my pal

to support my back. She carefully arranged the

y hands resting on my lap. These hands felt like they

ny burn marks. Small, faded slices from kitchen knives. They were the hands of someone who spent hours s

my left wrist. "What exactly have I

ay from a master's degree in architecture at Cornell. You dropped

old air. I looked at the scars

Her voice dropped to a frantic whisper. "Sie

"What about it? Gi

ane," Julia said, her voice shaking with residual terro

l brain assumed he unbuckled to shield

second. "He threw himself into

ho the hell

. "The widow of one of his men who died in

dity of the situation washed over me. My fiancé, in the exact m

onto my hospital gown. "It caught fire. Dante kicked

ehind my eyelids. The suffocating, toxic smell of burning rubber

was panting, my chest ri

ith a fire extinguisher and dragged you out, you would

I waited for the heartbreak. I waited for the crushing devastat

k. There was only a co

The fog of the amnesia didn't matter anymore. I

t next to a plastic water cup. The screen was severely cr

it. "Give m

rom the phone to my face.

ed. My voice was low, but i

hard and handed

black screen, seeing the pale, bruised reflection of my own

exactly how

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Forgotten Love, Unleashed Cold Revenge
Forgotten Love, Unleashed Cold Revenge
“Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for. Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive. Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself. But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate. With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."”