The sun feels brilliant against my skin. Thank heavens for a break from that dull and mundane room. My mind drifts to the hunk who announced himself as my fiancé. Green eyes, tall, buff and chiselled with mussed dark brown hair, a scar and a dangerous aura—Katherine...you did it right. A smile crosses my lips as I imagine the kind of naughty and not-so-naughty things would get into to pass the time. The heat clawing up my skin makes me feel like giving myself to him, but even I know he might not be okay with me like this. I hate the guilt of disappointing him when I don’t recall the time we spent together and the moment we fell in love or, worse, some critical matters like what if he has allergies, and I almost kill him because I forgot them? Are those with amnesia permitted to date and get married without critical information? The nurse pushes the wheelchair toward the left path, and the sound of the water splashing from the fountain, coupled with the breeze carrying the scent of

“Okay, okay, I won't call you that, but are you okay? You look as if you are in pain.”The man says as he moves with ease behind the counter.The words ‘employees’ only do not cross my lips because his proximity only adds to the pain. His large, cold hands arrest mine that claw at my hair before securing my wrists with one of his hands and resting his free hand on my cheek.The pain does not cease, but he feels good, yet...isn’t he too close to an engaged woman? Can he not see the ring on my finger?"Are you okay?"He asks again.My push from him doesn't amount to much; he is far stronger than I am.His cologne smells deathly familiar, I hate that it adds to my throbbing headache; I hate even more that it elicits a certain melancholic feel.Another ring sounds from the bell above the door before the scent of honey floods the room, lulling my headache away."Did I miss something?"Lewis’s voice fills the room, earning my instant attention."Lewis."I call as I detach myself from the co

What did she just say...?Am I having a stroke? Did the maid before me threaten me?“Christina, what is my position here?”I ask as I near her.“You are the fiancé of Mr Lewis.”“Did you threaten me with a courthouse wedding when I do not even wish to marry at all?”“You will get married, Madam; I only wish to make it easier for you.”My mouth hangs open—this is the same as speaking to a wall, only unlike Lewis, she leaves no impression of doubt.I want to fire her, but do I even have the power to do so? No, even if I fire her, wouldn’t she say something along the lines of ‘only Mr Lewis’ can fire me?Am I really going to be one of the women who depend entirely on their partners for power within the household?"Madam?"The maid calls when I turn away from her and head to the door.It's late, I know. To add to that, I don’t have any cash on me, and I would prefer not to use the driver ‘Mr Lewis’ assigned to me, so a long walk with no destination it is."Ma'am!"The maid calls again whe

"Ma'am! Ma'am!" My eyes open, but the slight twinge of pain that typically follows unrestful sleep, however, protests heavily to keeping them open. "Mm, what?" I groan as I try to wave the lights away. "You need to get ready for the venue trip." The new maid, Gina, is no different from Christina—A new name but the same habits. "What time is it?" I ask groggily as I try and peer outside, but my curtains are still drawn. Considering they needed to turn on the lights, the sun is most definitely not out yet. "It's four a.m., but-" "Are you kidding me? Four? The appointment was at eight. I get that you want a promotion, but this is not the way…" I groan as I shrink deeper into the bedding. My world may be burning, but nothing beats a good night's rest. "Yes, at eight, but we meet them at quite a distance, so it would be best if we got started ear-" "Didn't you say they were coming to meet me here? Stop changing the narrative, Christina two." "The plans have changed, madam." "U

My eyes take in the room—a hotel room transformed into a hospital with all the present supplies. The reason for the change, according to Leon, was that some nurses were found tampering with my I.V fluid. It seems Dominic has his hands all over the city. Their goal was to wait a few days until most of my injuries healed so that we could use a private plane to fly back to Ketria, but Leon had some business to take care of in place of Adrian. I would have preferred Adrian left instead of hovering around my room like a kicked puppy, but I do not think that will happen. More than that, I hate how he reminds me of my miscarriage. I hate more that I want to reset to before it happened, but what if the problem was simply my body, and I have to relive that moment again? Or what if I give birth safely to it, but the child is killed by my parents to test if it has my ability or, worse, by Elaine because, at that point in time, Adrian was blind to anything else but Elaine? He would have given