Bella's Pov The softness of what felt like a thick cover had me internally sighing. I snuggled more into my blanket, enjoying how my back no longer hurt. My brows furrowed as I realized I actually had room and my body was no longer cramped. My hand rubbed what felt like silk sheets causing me to force my eyes open. I rubbed my eyes, forcing myself to keep them open even though they were still heavy. I had been fighting a losing battle for hours I could only assume. Every time I had tried to wake up, my eyes would fail me and I would fall right back to sleep. This was the first time I was able to keep them open for more than a few seconds. I groggily pushed the covers away that wanted to take me back under and sat up. "Why am I so sleepy?" I groaned. I didn't have to look around to know that I was in my room. My silky black sheets and black blanket told me that much. I looked towards the window at the light that was trying to break through the pink and black curtains and narr
Bella's Pov Who would've thought that being locked in my room would be this peaceful. My father thought I would cave and be a good and obedient daughter. How horribly wrong he was because I planned to stay here until it was my yearly checkup. I would tell my lawyer that they locked me in my room even though I did my part by marrying Lucas. Than I would see if I could get the marriage annulled while still having access to my money. I would watch my grandfathers company burn to the ground because of my mother and father. I couldn't deny that if my mother would've listened to my grandfather and not have married my father, our lives would be better. Yes I did have my grandfather to blame for me having to get married but that was besides the point. I knew he was trying to keep me safe and he never meant for this to happen. He would've protected me if he could’ve. A knock on the door had me covering up my face with my covers and pretending to be asleep. The sound of the lock
Bella's Pov I knew that I would've been smarter had I went to a normal school. I always begged my mother to let me be normal. I had deserved to have friends but she refused. I was required to be homeschooled. She insisted that I could not trust anyone because all they would want is the power that I held. She never missed a moment to tell me how easy someone could deceive me. "You know it's never too late to take back your life. Fix what your mother broke." Lucas whispered near my ear causing me to shiver from the way his breath tickled the back of my ear. "What, what are you doing?" I stuttered as my waist was grabbed and I was pulled back into his firm chest. "Talking to you." He whispered near my ear. The intoxicating scent of his cologne almost had me relaxing into him. Luckily my resolve was stronger than his seduction. "I don't want to talk. You need to leave now." I demanded sternly. "You can go to school and experience all of the moments your mother stole from you."
Third person Pov The dimly lit conference room was silent except for the man who was typing away on his laptop. Minutes had went by as the short man looked over the results, making sure to double check everything so that he didn't make a mistake. He kept looking down at his note book and back towards his laptop with furrowed brows. "So?" Someone asked finally breaking the silence that had became deafening in this room full of powerful men. The man quickly fixed his glasses and looked up from his laptop with a pale expression on his face. All eyes were on him and he couldn't help but pull at his collar out of nervousness and fear. For over 8 years he had worked countless hours to find a way to be able to attack the brain of someone whose body would protect them. After thousands of failed attempts and countless sleepless nights he finally succeeded. He had assumed it would only be a one time thing but he had realized too late that the men he had worked for were on a mission.
Bella's Pov (5 months later) Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the door that was stuck. No matter what I did I couldn't figure out how to open it. I had pulled on what I assumed was the door handle but it did nothing even though I had pulled on it with all of my strength. I was starting to question if it was actually a door. I had woken up without any memories and if not for me somehow knowing words I would've been lost. I had spent a long time saying words out loud and putting them together. Now I was questioning if I was even saying the right words. I sat back down on the bed and stared at the door. It had to be a door. I looked over at what I assumed was the bathroom and furrowed my brows. "Knock." I whispered as I tried to remember what that word meant. "Knock on the door." I whispered as a sniffle left me. How did I knock? I knew how to walk because it required moving my legs. So walking was what I did to move. My chest tightened as confusion clouded my mind aga
Bella's Pov "It seems like Bella's accident has taken away all of her past memories ." The doctor stated as he held something in his hands. "I can remember words." I blurted out loud. All eyes turned towards me and I could only look away. Having others look at me wasn't pleasant. "Sweetheart knowing words doesn't help if you can't remember anything." The man who was supposedly my father stated. "Why can I remember how to talk but nothing else?" I asked as I turned to the man who's hair was a color I didn't remember. My eyes watered as I realized that I was more confused than earlier. "It seems like only certain parts of her brain didn't get affected. That being said we'll have to get her into therapy so she can relearn everything that she’s forgotten." The doctor stated confidently. "But I remember words. Shouldn't my memories come back?" I asked with what I could only assume was hope. The doctor stared at me with sad eyes that didn't help the fear “It’s not that simple.” He
Bella’s Pov (2 weeks later) “Bella are you listening?” The doctor that my father hired asked. I looked over at the card that he was holding and frowned. “That’s a car.” I mumbled as I looked at the picture that looked exactly like the black car my father drove us around in. The doctor gave a slight nod as he set the card down and pulled out another one. My chest tightened as a picture of some type of animal came up. Why were there so many animals? “It’s a raccoon.” I stated not really sure if I was right. I mean it looked like it could be a big raccoon. He narrowed his eyes at me as he reached over to the alphabetical picture box he had. He skimmed through it until he pulled out a card and turned it towards me. “This is a raccoon Bella.” He said through a sigh. I looked at the little animal that looked like it had black glasses on its eyes and frowned. He was grey and white and black. I looked over at the card of the animal that looked like a big dark brown raccoon and narrowed
Bella’s Pov (three weeks later)! “We should’ve came here as soon as the doctor told us to.” I sighed as I ran my fingers over all of the colorful acrylic paints that were in one of the aisles of the art supply store. “It’s been a busy last few weeks, sweet heart.” My father stated behind me. I had become accustomed to my father and husband always having work to do. So I was grateful for the days we got to do things together I grabbed a green colored paint and threw it into the cart that my father was pushing, not bothering to ask if it was okay since I was told I could get whatever I wanted. “I know you have a lot of work to do.” I said as I grabbed a burgundy color and threw it into the cart. “We both do my love.” Lucas whispered near my ear. I was prepared for him to pull me back into his chest but when he didn’t I felt a little disappointed. I had became used to him always wanting to touch and kiss on me. Even without my memories he didn’t seem to care. I could tell he