Chapter 1
Chapter 1
“Dad, Mom, I’ve made my decision–I’ll marry the Wilson family’s vegetative heir.”
Heard of that, Stella’s parents exchanged glances, a flicker of satisfaction in their eyes.
“James may be comatose, but the Wilson fortune will ensure you never worry about anything,” her father said. “You mentioned wanting to choose among your three childhood sweethearts, but they’ve lost their memories. They only have eyes for Natalie Pierce now. So stop fantasizing they’ll ever remember you.”
Stella Bennett lowered her gaze, her fingernails digging into her palm without feeling the pain.
“I understand,” she whispered.
“Well. The wedding will be early next month–less than two weeks away. Prepare yourself.”
She nodded and returned to her bedroom, where she unlocked her safe.
Inside lay three velvet boxes containing family heirlooms: the Hayes platinum watch with the family crest, the Crawford sapphire bracelet, and the Sullivan emerald necklace.
Once, these treasures represented the most passionate love from three young men.
They had eagerly pressed these heirlooms into her hands, making fervent promises-
“Stella, the moment I take over the family business, my first act will be to marry you.”
“Stella, my grandmother saved this bracelet for her future granddaughter–in–law. Now it’s yours.”
“Stella, this necklace complements
perfectly–just as you complement me.”
Then the earthquake changed everything.
To protect her, they suffered head injuries that erased their memories. When they awoke, they fell in love with Natalie, their housekeeper’s daughter.
Stella refused to accept defeat, trying everything possible.
She brought them love letters they’d written and photos they’d taken, only to watch them tear everything apart in public.
She took them to places from their shared past, hoping to trigger memories, but they threw her into the ocean, nearly drowning her.
She found world–renowned neurologists, only to have them break her hand and coldly sneer:
“People worth remembering aren’t forgotten so easily.”
After all her efforts left her scarred and broken, she still couldn’t make them remember their love for her.
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Oops, They Forgot Me–Now They’re Begging on Their Knees!
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So her heart died, and she surrendered.
She removed the three heirlooms and called Adrian Hayes.
“Adrian, where are you all? I have something important to return to you.”
On the other end, Adrian frowned slightly before smirking. “Fine. Twilight Lounge, VIP room 888.”
Stella ignored the contempt in his voice and headed to the lounge with the three velvet boxes.
The moment she pushed open the door, a bucket of foul–smelling dirty water cascaded from above, drenching her completely.
The filthy water soaked through her hair, streaming down her face and blurring her vision, chilling her to the bone.
Instantly, the room erupted with mocking laughter.
“Oh my God, look at her!”
“Serves her right for always stalking Adrian and the guys!”
Stella wiped her face and tried to step forward when her leg caught on something-
THUD!
She crashed heavily to the floor, an excruciating pain shooting through her palms.
Looking down, she saw thumbtacks scattered across the floor, many deeply embedded in her flesh. Blood poured from both hands.
“Does it hurt?”
A deep, icy voice came from above.
Stella looked up to see Adrian Hayes towering over her, disgust filling his eyes.
“Good,” he sneered. “I warned you last time not to show your pathetic face again.”
Lucas Crawford lounged on the sofa, idly flicking a lighter, his tone mocking: “People worth remembering aren’t forgotten so easily. Get it now?”
Maxwell Sullivan kicked away some thumbtacks near his foot, his gaze cutting: “Next time you stalk us, you’ll lose more than just the use of your hands.”
Natalie peeked out from Lucas’s embrace, feigning surprise: “Oh no, Stella! How could you be so clumsy?”
Her words expressed concern, but her eyes gleamed with triumph.
Adrian frowned, covering Natalie’s eyes. “Don’t look, babe. It’s disgusting.”
Stella laughed.
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She pushed herself up from the floor, blood dripping from her palms, seemingly immune to the pain.
“Adrian, Lucas, Maxwell–I didn’t come here hoping you’d recover your memories,” she said, her voice steady.
“You’re right. Things easily forgotten probably weren’t important. These are your family heirlooms, and I’m returning them to their rightful owners. From today onward, I won’t bother you again.”
With that, she turned and left, her figure fragile yet resolute.
Inside the VIP room, all three men clutched their chests simultaneous
them.
as an inexplicable, piercing pain struck
As if something irreplaceable had been lost forever.
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