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a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with
dn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected
andoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his
fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, strippe
er IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapo
pte
nna
r, and my body imme
ospital mattress. I gasped, my fingers digging into the sterile white sheets. My body was cond
open. The glaring fluorescent lights above me blurred my vision for a few sec
c rhythm, breaking the absolute dead silence of the room
rough the semi-transparent glass of the blinds covering the VIP
ce. He was a man consumed by violent, explosive rage. My brain registered his aggressive posture, the way his broad shoulders b
n. I waited for my heart to race, for my palms to s
hin
emptiness inside my chest. I f
urned to a man in a black suit standing nearby-a bodyguard-and roared something. The thick
ly tailored. It probably cost more than a car. He had the fashio
. A doctor in a crisp white coat and g
ble sigh of relief. He immediately reached over
Sienna, please follow the light," he said, shining the bright be
nst the harsh glare. "Just my chest," I rasped. My
screen a few times. He looked down at me with a gentle,
my mouth
g came
mory. It was completely blank. The harder I tried to grasp something, the
hands, my breathing turnin
owering his tablet. "Don't force it. This is a
ent in my room. He snapped his head toward the door, his dar
d grab the metal handle. Before he could turn it, the bodyguard stepp
l handle turn sligw why, but every cell in my body was screaming in rej
ed, drawing my attention back. "Based on your current c
esi
rrifying loss of identity that people in movies portrayed. Instead, I felt a strange, w
ward the door. "Would you like
e dark silhouette pacing outside the
e a lunatic who punches
wer. "Right. I need to go adjust your pain medication dosage
my hand. A clear IV tube was taped to the b
icking heels echoed on t
with bright red hair, wearing a worn leather jacket, ru
hands over me, too terrified to actually touch me. Te
y muscles tensing. I stared at thi
my eyes. She gasped, covering her mouth wit
When the crash happened, he

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