Revenge of Ana Mystica

THIRD POV“Don Martin has arrived!”“Respect for Don Martin!”“Don Martin, the patient is awake.”Martin stopped in front of Doctor Aragon.“How is she?” he asked, glancing at the woman in the bed.“As you can see, Don Martin, after five years, the patient has woken up. But she hasn't spoken. She seems stunned, as if there's no life in her. It’s because of the severe trauma she experienced,” the doctor explained to Martin.He nodded and returned his gaze to the woman, who remained in a state of shock. “Alright, let me handle her. You can leave now.”The doctor nodded and bowed before leaving.Martin looked around before entering the room and closing the door. Then he faced her. “That’s enough,” he said to the woman, who immediately turned to face him.“How long will I be here, Martin?” she asked. “I need to get out of here because Mateo needs me.”He gave her a serious look before sighing. “You can leave. But for now, you need to pretend because we still don’t know who is trying to ki

“THERE SHE IS!”Martin’s attention was immediately drawn to the front of the car, where he saw Ana sitting on the pavement in the pouring rain. He frowned and quickly instructed his driver to stop the car.As soon as the car came to a halt on the side of the road, Martin wasted no time in getting out of the back seat. Ignoring the heavy rain, he hurriedly walked towards Ana and embraced her tightly, planting a kiss on her forehead.“Take me home, Martin!”“Of course, let's go home.”He lifted Ana off the ground and carried her back to the car.“Let’s get going.”“Are we heading back to the hospital, Master?”Martin shook his head and looked down at the woman in his arms. “No, we’re going to San Alfonso.”CHLOE’s POV“Why are you so drunk?” I asked my husband, but received no response. He simply stared blankly into the air. Irritation washed over me as a result. I let out a deep sigh. It had been five years since Ana's death, yet Mateo's behavior had remained the same ever since he fo

THIRD POV“Sir! There’s a woman causing trouble outside!” said his secretary as he walked into his office.Martin stopped and smirked. He faced his secretary, who was waiting for his order.“Sir, may I allow her?”He nodded to his secretary, who bowed before leaving his office. The woman who was causing trouble outside rushed into his office.“Martin!”“What do you want—” He didn’t finish what he was saying when the business proposal that he didn't want to sign was thrown at him.“What does this mean? Why haven’t you signed yet? This is not what we’re talking about!” Chloe shouted at him. When she woke up in a hotel, there was no Martin in the room and no signature from him on a deal they had.“I didn’t say that I would also sign Mrs. Villalobos,” said Martin, which angered the woman even more.Chloe approaches the table and slaps it because of the annoyance that the man has broken his promise.“I agree with what you want just because of our agreement, Martin!” Chloe clenched her fist

ANA’s POVWhat information do I have about what happened to me? Wasn’t it just an accident?I just walked around my room, holding my head. And I was confused as well, if I can believe everything they say. And what kind of revenge is Martin referring to? Who will we exact our revenge on?I bit my nails to remember the image that came to my mind. I just stopped thinking when I felt someone enter my room.“Ana.” I sighed and turned to face Martin, who gave me a tired smile. “Are you sure... you’re okay?” asked Martin, as he approached where I was standing. I turned away from him and went to the terrace to look at the Monticello land.I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. “Will you tell me the truth when I say I’m fine?” I felt he was stunned because he didn't respond, so I smiled and said, “You’re still not going to tell, aren’t you? You’re just waiting for me to remember.”How many times have I considered everything Martin said? Many images come to mind, and I'm uncertain if they

ANA’s POV( A/n: It's like she went back to the past where she had an accident.) ***“Oh, Ana!”I turned to face the person who had called my name. “J-Jane?” My eyes widened, and I stood up. What is she doing here?“What’s wrong with you?” asked Jane, touching my covered in sweat head. “You’ve been moaning there for a while; are you dreaming?” I couldn't respond because I was still confused by what was going on.“It’s late, friend. We’re the only ones here. You’re not working overtime,” she said with a frown. I looked at her and took her hand. She was taken aback by what I did.“W-what date is today?” I asked, and she frowned, as if she wondered what was wrong with me.She laughed when she realized I was serious about my question. “Today is November 24! Let’s go home, it's late! I’ve been waking you up for a while now!” said Jane, taking her bag.I was stunned, and when I looked at my desk to check my calendar, I noticed that today is November 24, 2011, not 2016. Is this a dream? Is t